When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.

I loved him not; and yet now he is gone / I feel I am alone.

'Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone

It's devastating. It's got to be doubly devastating on the ground,

Why do we do basic research? To learn about ourselves.

We don't go it alone. We go with everybody,