He did the best that he could with the highest integrity possible to inform us with out harming us, or his loved ones, while later in life bending to the greater ethic of the needs of the many that outweigh the needs of the few.
Just by the resonance of his voice I loved him. Kindred souls. Kindred tired souls.
By the resonance of his voice the measure of his heart was obvious.
By the resonance of his voice the extent of his empathy was felt.
By the resonance of his voice the ethic that was the man was known.
By the resonance of his voice we knew him, we loved him. What flowed from his heart and soul the words he used, the human heart that held those words, and the way he spoke them, we knew.
We knew that what he said was true. We knew that what he said was something we needed to know. We could feel his impatience with the authority that would muzzle him and make him parse his words with caution, when in truth, he had much more to tell us. It reverberated through him clear as a bell.
By the resonance of his voice we also heard the deep hope he had for us as a race when we grew up, for when we graduated from this difficult class on earth and became the people we were meant to be - when we came through this current turmoil to be born stronger, wiser and whole.
By the resonance of his voice he told us not only of the deep love he had for humanity but the unshakable certainty he had that we would prevail, but not without some work first. He made it sound almost easy by the depth of his faith in us, in humanity
By the resonance of his voice.
It is all there, go listen with your heart.
RIP Command Sargent Major Robert Orel Dean
The Future is yours.