A Writer's Life

A long life with a deep constitution is bound to attract a contradictory emotion of lonely fulfillment. One may write to ease and comfort his fellow man in times of turbulence. For life rushes upon us like heavy currents in a river and often we need soft words to avail us through the dark waves of fortune. But here I write these letters to you, any who have been victims of despair, to remind you that radiant hope forever emanates from the dawn of the crimson mornings. Life continues and the sun always rises. With every tear we are cleansed, with every fall we may rise again, with every evil committed there shall always be love and hope to requite it. Every tear of humanity will one day be requited, suffering shall be reduced, and justice will be prevalent. Not only do I believe that man will persevere and surmount his obstacles but that he is immortal. Mankind is of the cosmos, the kingdom of God is within the heart of humanity, and when we compose we reveal more of ourselves. Often we confine our hearts to despair but through writing we can facilitate in suppressing the anguish that haunts our minds. So here I write to you in my utmost sincerity with the conviction of hope to remind you that love and justice always prevail in the face of evil. Every day we suffer and struggle against the oppressive forces of our absurd world but never yield, all great things are the denouement of endurance. And who am I? Writing to you, I am simply a man that has been gazing into the labyrinths of your hearts, desperately searching for a coruscating ray of ardency.