Of all the characters in Star Trek, it was Spock that I identified with because he was mystical and calm. And never afraid. And different. Vulcan different.
Not necessarily characteristics I embody but two of which that I would like to. His struggle to be objective and unemotional was fun to watch because the human side seemed to spill over like white froth on cappuccino when he would lose control. But only rarely. And then I would sigh with relief that being human was always forgiveable.
Plus the ears! I remember thinking, what? Who thought of that? Roddenbery, of course.
And the mind meld thing—who wouldn’t like to use that on a few people?!
Yes, he will be missed. Apparently, he was a prolific poet, an author and a photographer. I also heard the Starfleet crew had a record (LP) floating around somewhere…how funny that would be to hear them singing…or trying to. Sounds like it would be bad karaoke. Can you imagine Nimoy singing ”Fly Me to the Moon”?
So hopefully, one day, we will cross paths upstairs and I can tell him how much fun I had watching him play an alien/human.
Space. Not the final frontier anymore. It is our minds. Or in our minds.
God bless, j