He represents a central figure in media mythology that everybody knows stands for integrity, earnestly trying to do what you think is right, and hope for a better future. Because if we can dream of making it to the stars, people will keep dreaming of making it to the stars. Star Trek is culturally centralized as a pillar of hope and wonder that everybody can reference. If you know somebody likes Star Trek, you can basically know that they’re a good person. And Patrick Stewart is the figurehead and father figure we all know, strive to be, and hold as the gold standard of. His character’s words were written by writers, sure. But, CULTURALLY, we all collectively know that he represents that hope and wisdom. It’s odd and impossibly human how something so incredibly real can come from all of our dreams when they’re put together. And while I know that his passing isn’t the loss of that message of hope by any means… But I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel that way. It really does feel like it’s our duty to ourselves to continue the hope that we know and feel, even if, right now, it feels a million miles away and fading. Sir Patrick Stewart didn’t die. He’s become more powerful than any of us can possibly imagine.