He died for us brah. He showed us the way to Traditionalism, he wanted all of us to be Traditional.
That extra strength you feel when you thought you couldn’t lift anymore? Auster is spotting you. That flash of inspiration you get that provides a blog comment that will derail a thread? That’s Auster hasbara trolling you via his muse. That urge you get to play Dylan, dance and shiksas be mirin’? That’s Auster showing you the way. That sexy mofo you see in the mirror wearing a fedora? That’s not Auster, that’s you bro… but Auster is right behind you, and he’s smiling: he’s proud of you, he’s proud of your Tradition. Don’t worry brah, Auster has your back. And he wants you to become Traditional.
And one day we will join him in The Great Synagogue in the Sky. But not yet, not yet.