A compliment to Hawking, 100 words.

Hawking, you are destined to be a genius, but God didn't intend to give you healthy legs. Your thin body is full of extraordinary wisdom and courage. Your wheelchair binds your body, and you are in pain. But your spirit and thoughts are free and unrestrained. Angry, where your thoughts are generate in glory, travel through time and space, and go straight to the depths of the universe. Who can have your broad vision and unrestrained thoughts? You are happy, miserable and happy.