[Yamer]

Well, not sure if this makes sense following a few vodkas, but this is the reflection I posted on Facebook:

The liminal space between Leonard Nimoy the actor and Mr. Spock the character is reducing me to a fundamental crisis. I weep at the loss of one, and replicate that mourning at the loss of the other. Should I be troubled that one (the character and its connotations) overrules the other (the denotative reality/identity: Leonard Nimoy)?

Mr. Spock's death implicates so much more at a connotative level in modernity, such as the cessation of logical and pragmatic approaches to humanistic interpretations of life. Yet, these ideals should survive the death of a character actor such as Nimoy.

I know and am aware of that, yet it still feels like an aspect of that philosophy has been lost today, The representation is defeated, passing into something that cannot be rationally explained. It's deflating not only as a 'trekkie', but also as a philosopher.
I haven't been confronted with such a philosophical dilemma since the death of George Carlin, which left me so utterly alone in interpreting the absurdity of reality. My want to relate and process the real in respect to pragmatism or an extension of satire seems conquered by the deaths of respected philosophers like Carlin and Spock (Nimoy).

All I can rely on is the idea that my continuity of such values, and the integration of Spock's pragmatic approaches to life, influences my self-identified ideals of reality. In other words, I can internalize and integrate the logical perspective employed by Mr. Spock to sublimate the real-word perspective I must employ to survive. I cannot confront identity and life completely ignorant and dismissive of a rational organization. Rather, Mr. Spock's attitude to life can be embodied through the actor (Nimoy) as a pragmatic or rational confrontation of the irrational, where sense is made of emotional dictates in spite of irrational compulsion.

Ramble as I may, the cessation of Leonard Nimoy (and by extension, the symbolization of Spock in contemporary rationality and society) makes me sad. It feels like a loss beyond the individual which I have tried (in vain, I suppose) to sublimate has occurred; While it seems like we lost an actor, we have in fact lost a symbolization of what it takes to reconcile being human in an increasingly secularized culture.