Anthony Bourdain June 25th 1956 - June 8th 2018

"One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, 

         Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; 

Another came; nor yet beside the rill, 

         Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "

from Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard 
by Thomas Gray

"Maybe that's enlightenment enough: to know that there is no final resting place of the mind; no moment of smug clarity. Perhaps wisdom is realising how small I am, and unwise, and how far I have yet to go."

Anthony Bourdain