25 years does not age a day the genius and empathy of Jonathan Larson. Like an angel, himself observant of the suffering and the underlying clarity attributed to mankind, prematurely taken from the world, only to leave generations of mortals, rattled by the forbidding “virus” of their time, reckoning over a simple question — suffering a lot or living a bit

Life spiraling fast down there could be a tunnel leading into the uncharted darkness. But his lyrics would cut your way and put a whisper in the ear right through to the heart — you ain’t yet six feet under, not at all, you ‘ll get covered by someone, live another 525,600 minutes. So turn around, my dear Bohemian.