Stephen Hawking

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What a loss that would be. He’s reached the age of 74 which is nothing short of miraculous. He was supposed to die, according to the medical world, in his 20s or 30s. That’s what normally happens to motor neuron sufferers. He’s done a fucking rather good job of keeping himself alive. And not just that, he’s smashed a butt load of physics facts into everyone’s science pipes. Cheers Hawking, you legend.

Hawking can no longer control his own wheelchair and can only type using contractions in his cheek muscle, it takes a minute to type out each word. What a fucker motor neuron disease is.

Underneath the crumbling layers of flesh lies a mind still pulsing with ideas. Locked in. Fuck off motor neuron disease.

Hawking is a legend:

“I have noticed that even people who claim everything is predetermined and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road.”

Let’s end on some wise words Hawking gave to his children:

“One, remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Two, never give up work. Work gives you meaning and purpose and life is empty without it. Three, if you are lucky enough to find love, remember it is there and don’t throw it away.”

Don’t take Hawking, take Trump. FFS.