



Oh, Mister Spock, you do have one saving grace after all. You’re ill-mannered. The human half of you, no doubt.
Surely not an officer. He isn’t quite human, is he?
First there was McCoy’s Alice in Wonderland where there was supposedly no animal life. And Sulu’s gun where there’s no refined metal detected. Rodriguez’ birds. And then my, well, the two people I saw.
I’ve been struggling with the feeling that something of Spock has been lost in the face of Leonard Nimoy’s death. And as such, engaging the fandom these past couple days has felt so discordant.
But Spock, and all of Nimoy’s other work, is left here for us, for his fans and honorary grandchildren. To feel that Spock is lost is to deny Leonard his immortality.
Spock still lives. And Leonard Nimoy lives through him.