Say what you will, speak what you will, feel your ill will.
I and many others like myself are gifts to the world. We are not of it, in the sense we recognize ourselves as visitors, we are faithful to one another, we are believers in each other. Among the dross and forgetfullness of the general populace, we stand, men. Real men and woman, not of the customary norm, the status quo, but of a spirit of vision, broadness, and unconsumed beauty.
We are not of the world, we are too great, but we are sent to help and aid the best we can, offering our insights, our abilities, our joys and sorrows alike. I rememeber you, because you are a noble kindred spirit, and I thank you for representing honor in these days. A new chapter opens, and maturity sprouts from the beaten wall of history.
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