Dear Reader, The handwritten letter within my care will not be with us much longer. I am here to tell you that the letter has taken a turn for the worst. I'm still prepared to step away from my computer desk to give attention to the overly fragile soul, but lets face it: there lays the handwritten letter on its deathbed, surrounded by tissue papers. The letter weeps and bleeds and snorts that the tissue paper is nothing but paper for wiping the nose into. I try and console the letter by saying we never, ever, loved the tissue paper more than we loved the carefully constructed letter. Honestly! Between friends, the letter will answer. Yes, I will say, between friends. Between the mother and the immigrant, the letter will go on. Yes, I will say, across oceans you flew far and wide. And how pretty you looked in blue! Now the letter is near its death, for it can no longer hear me. For its own protection I would want to place the lid onto the pretty pink box. Yet, somehow I can't bring myself to doing that. ps: I will keep you posted
Dear Average, Isn't it fun to be a human being? We can eat, walk and do so many other things which are truly amazing, like talking to each other: so, says my brother "Knock knock. Who's there? Doris! Doris who? Doris locked, that's why I'm knocking! Well, so said Schrödinger:" i hbar frac{partial}{partial t}Psi = hat H Psi, oh yeah!" What u talkin' about! Hey, I don't know what they're talking about either! I can talk to no scientist, can you? But I want to. I really want to know what all this science mumbo-jumbo is about. The earth is no longer flat, but.but... Why are we hanging on by a sphere (that's like a ball) being suspended in the universe? And who's standing upright and who's standing upside-down on the other end because that can't be easy! Seriously though, trying to understand science is an eyeopener. DO let's go there!
Oh, my God! Are you for real? I would love to send you letters, too, to tell you all about my worldly trials and tribulations, but what's your address? They tell me that you live up there, somewhere, within the big blue sky. There is this postman who says that he "knows" you but yet he remains vague about your postal code. And there's one secretary who claims to be in direct contact with divinity at all times but it's within her nature to be so overly secretive. Yes, yes, I do have some artist buddies who tell me that beautiful works of art were indirectly delivered by you but there's never a 'return to sender' sticker affixed - they say! Frankly, I don't know what to believe anymore. I will keep searching by going in different directions. But, Dear God, could you do me one favour? Could you at least tell me if my move is warm or cold when trying to come closer?
Dear Voter, Who doesn't like to play the game of DEMOCRACYtm . You know, the game in which the stakes are high, morale is low, and the ethics are forever going so-so. Every couple of years we deal out the votes and hoopla - the politician can go at it! And, just like in a game of marbles, the politicians will undoubtedly lag, take rounders, knuckle down and play for keeps while we sprint off to another playground - for skipping rope, let's say. But wait a minute! Democracy is supposed to be FOR the people and BY the people, right? Aren't we supposed to be the scorekeepers? And aren't scorekeepers supposed to pay at least some attention to how the game is being played? Yup, let's find out who has lost their marbles!
“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." ― Dr. Seuss
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