He arrived in a tornado and left in a hurricane, and the time spent in between was a swirling mix of these two currents – seething, twisting, unfocused. All energy and no direction, in the end just swept away. In the last moments of his life, as he stood on the precipice, looking into the eye of the storm, awaiting his judgment, they all had to wonder - did he let go, or did the tide drag him under?