His passing has left an intellectual vacuum in his wake. But it's not empty. Think of it as a kind of vacuum energy permeating the fabric of spacetime that defies measure. Stephen Hawking, RIP 1942-2018.
If I were Cuban, and if I smoked Cohiba Cigars, and if I knew how to write music, and if I composed pensive songs about life in the Caribbean, then this would be my Album Cover.