Got the message that Dr. Yee had passed away Friday. I always remember the aura of the room where I could embrace Wittgenstein and Levinas with the whole heart. In that room I had made my mind as an reader and writer, as a vocation. Till now.
And today my body totally behave weirdly. Kind of suffering in a micro level. Some part of me is coming from his guidance. And after that, I am on my way to be myself. I deeply appreciate that.