In the end, everything you did well, in conscience, for others, detached and selfless, devoid of any self-interest, all that energy: that wild and irrepressible spirit, with no more bridles than the lianas with which you move, all this, in the end, is what will always remain, my friend, and will continue its course, it will transcend dark matter, and it will feed other spirits, other energies and currents, other souls. That is, in short, beauty in its purest form. (Other? waste material)