Dear D,

To write is to know oneself better and,in the most sublime sense, to be larger than life despite its pain and tragedy in juxtaposition to its brittle and ephemeral joys.

It is cleansing, purification and consecration  and , at the end of our life, we would have grasped its essence and should have no reason for regret or remorse- the veil has been lifted, the heart and soul are set free and we would have had a foretaste of a Mystery and Beauty that is beyond words and our finite understanding.

In that celestial state, we would have come to know that* pain, tragedy and death* counts for little as it has been overcome by a larger Force in a Dimension that is Eternal Bliss.


Sincerely

Peter