Every time I listen to this interview, by the end of it I'm feeling so many things:
Sadness; because I know this was so close to the end of Terence's time here, in this mortal coil - on this earth - & I, as a simple conscious ape do not yet know what lies on the other side of this plain's event horizon.
Hope & wonder; that someone so close to the end of life - with such a serious condition - would admit to being 'curious' more than anything as to what lay on the other side of conscious mind, beyond the felt presence of immediate experience.
Awe & admiration; as always - but a little more so - because of Terence's vast intellect & cool demeanour, his sense of humour and his unchanging whimsical sense of how utterly ambiguous it all really is.

Terence was an utter class act, a bard, a vessel for the vast wisdom of an intergalactic mushroom :D, a legend, a prophet, a simple hairless ape, a great man, & a personal hero of mine. He will be dearly missed, & always remembered - so long as rememberence remains as such, & from that point - into boundless eternity - will live on with the rest of us, eternally, in the gold iturbium cube(/philosopher's stone/transcendental object/Omega object/the 'holy chao/cow') which contains both cyberspace, hyperspace & the consciouness of all things that have ever been.
Simply put; whether we reach omega via technology or spirit - or, if both enterprises turn out to be one & the same - Terence, you will live on - always - within each & every one of us, within your words, within your ideas, within cyberspace, within hyperspace, within the morphogenetic field, WITHIN THE WITHIN: As we are ALWAYS as one.

We are always, as one.
We are always.
We are one.
We are.
All is.
....
*at this point I begin to gesture wildly as language breaks down*
*then, as with all thngs, the gesturing gives way to the flow of everythting else*



See you behind my eyelids, Terence.
:D (less info)