If cause of death was truly suicide and as violent as a gunshot to the head, all who considered themselves true friends of soulful Don Cornelius could use a lot of soul-searching on what it was they understood as true friendship. To have built up to this tragic crescendo, the travails of a troubled Cornelius, whether they were health-related, financial or psychological could not have been lost on his friends (and relations). If they were, then they raised a whole new question of what we humans (or whatever else we called ourselves) understood as friendship obligations.
I have watched birds and ants; they seem to care for their own better than some of us do for ours. No wonder some sages admonish us to "go to the ant, thou sluggard, learn its ways and be wise." I call on self-professed friends of Cornelius, please go to the ant, today.
Personally, I am revving up the attention I pay to my small circle of friends going forward. Thank you, Cornelius, for once again sacrificing to wake us up from our reverie; I wished the style of your final exit were as cool as what we knew of you as the 'Ultimate Mr. Kool.' Good night, Don Cornelius. Sleep well, one soulful star that would dim no more.
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