What is nonperishable in Syd’s attitude to life, this is his irreconcilability with the logic of utility. He’ll remains forever the hero of intuition, no matter what “Destiny” means. A crazy diamond, the brightest of mistakes.

When I think to my life, and the sum of errors it holds, I reflect my little face in this portrait, and I whisper some words of admiration, no matter how strange this may sound, no matter how deep can be my desperation, because I want to remember that desperation is something else, here it is just another kind of foolish, which is Art.