I'll miss him.
It's about the music, after all, isn't it?
Or is it about freedom? You know, from the many different forms of human bondage (in the classical sense), with which every single reader of this blog will be familiar, one way or a very sordid other.
We're always a stranger to somebody, somehow, simply because we're alive - individually and, at least to ourselves, preciously.
Civilisation is a giant, accidental phenomenon caused by the random intersection of self-interested, very ordinary human beings over the course of the many brief centuries of our collective being.
In other words, all that's really been lost with the passing of Mr Jackson is, technically, no more than another potentially useful coincidence.
But I hope that's not true.