I know, for many here maybe i'm just a new person, but I'm going to pour my emotions into this place. And hurts, because another event was enough forme... and I found out about this: Stephen Hawking is dead.
Talented, witty, hopeful. They are words that define it, my emotions sprout from my soul.
If you do not know him, Stephen Hawking, he was nothing more and nothing less than one of the men who was most debated by theories of the universe, that he built and destroyed in months or years. Born on January 8, 1942 in Oxford, in the United Kingdom, he was a man who at the early age of 21 years was diagnosed with Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS), which predicted 2 years of maximum life, but it is true that like any good scientist fighter, he defied destiny, and "survived" until his 76 years. Of course, he lost a lot in that way, he used a voice synthesizer to communicate and a wheelchair controlled by the movement of head and eyes.
But anyway, his theories, he devoted himself ...
To the Universe
Creating statements in his books and public events. This type, he managed to move masses, always seeking, conquer the minds of his readers, hungry and insatiable knowledge, just as their own neurons; bringing everyone closer to the mysteries of the universe.
Like the fabulous theory: "The black hole only appears in silhouette but then it opens and reveals information about what has fallen in. That allows us to make sure about the past and to foresee the future"
You will always be remembered Stephen.
(this images aren't mine, all are from different pages)