AlmostAristotle

Let me start by saying... Those of you who are familiar with him and his wonderful tribute poems this simple (overly logical) tribute wont do him a lick of justice unfortunately. Also this isn't a poem because no matter how skilled I am with words, I haven't mastered them like my Ari!

Really AlmostAristotle is simply that, a wise man. The way I imagine him is this moon dust man who lives among a magical garden. Inside his small abode is a clutter of books and a warm pot of tea. A sweet story telling creature, one you may stumble over in your own life adventure. Surely he is not of this world but a fairy tale book. This man knows all and shares bits and pieces of his own hardships to encourage you on your journey. Some days are harder than others for him but as inhuman as he may seem, he still is mortal. Read his stories and you might still not believe it with all he has endured.

I feel I know him as a young man. An old man, with an old soul, but a beautiful young heart made from solid gold! He defines mind over matter. The strength of his soul was not crippled with his body. His mind a wonderland that he shares with us, when the mood *eventually* strikes him to write. That or if he can remember exactly what he wanted to say. When we are finally graced with his memories it's like a glimpse of genius. That he wrote it with stardust and all the soul left inside of him. I think when he finally is able to gift us with his words it drains him so deeply. No one I know writes with more of themselves then my darling Ari.

*AlmostAristotle* I am a better writer and better person because of you. Everyone who comes in contact with you, even for a brief moment is blessed with the inspiration that you are! Thank you my friend for being you. For sticking it out in this sometimes awful and cruel world. I will always love and never forget you as long as I live. I will never be able to pay enough tribute or thank you enough. My words don't offer much but they are from my heart just for you.