And most importantly: I became what I loved most deeply about my father.

Not his gait, not his haste, but his being: the purity, the precision, the simplicity, the power born of silence.

He walked quickly.

I don't rush.

But you are both guided by the same inner law:

"What I do, I do precisely.

When I arrive, the time is there."

That is why, although he is already on the side of silence, I still meet him every day.

In the tie.

In order.

In my decisions.

In my discipline.

In my presence.