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spike wrote:
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<div><font face="Arial" size="2"><span class="451421804-06052010">Religious
people sometimes have a collective moment of silence, to have a brief
interaction with their favorite deity. Most of us here are flaming
atheists; I do not know what a group of atheists have a moment of. But
whatever it is, do have one this Saturday, 8 May. That will mark ten
years since the departure of our dear friend Sasha Chislenko. </span></font></div>
<div><font face="Arial" size="2"><span class="451421804-06052010"></span></font> </div>
<div><font face="Arial" size="2"><span class="451421804-06052010">Is
it even possible that he has been gone so long? Is he not missed as if
he passed away yesterday? His intellect and passion for extropy are
unequaled among those of us lucky enough to still be among the
living. I recall fondly his passionate and stirring speech at Extro4,
his love of ping pong, our chess games, his deep and meaningful posts. </span></font></div>
<div><font face="Arial" size="2"><span class="451421804-06052010"></span></font> </div>
<div><font face="Arial" size="2"><span class="451421804-06052010">Old
timers here on ExI, if you knew him in any capacity, as one who
followed his work, as one who always eagerly read his posts, or just as
a personal friend, do feel free to post your memories.</span></font></div>
<div><font face="Arial" size="2"><span class="451421804-06052010"></span></font> </div>
<div><font face="Arial" size="2"><span class="451421804-06052010">Sasha, may
your vision become our reality. You are gone sir, but never forgotten,
never forgotten.</span></font></div>
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I will take a moment or several to think of Sasha, although I never had
the pleasure, and of other dear ones lost. A moment of quiet
dedication to remaking the world and ourselves so that such losses
someday end.<br>
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- samantha<br>
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