A letter from a stranger

Far too many comments. Getting tired of the same things. Today was different though. I got this from the mail and somehow I was able to relate to this unfamiliar person.


Subject: Re: Hey Beautiful
"Greetings; I've dropped in once more to torment everything that's normal. As an answer to your question, well, you shall be struck with awe if I mention that I consider the word 'artist' far too confining — one might be a great painter, for instance, but that doesn't mean he can admire the beauty of his painting to the fullest. I consider an "artist" as something significantly above and beyond; that in achievement; he's more an admirer than being a creator. I feel I'm more a sinner than artist; who else can indulge that deep?" -26 July 2006, Fenris

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"Generally in writing about something one should know its essential character. When one does not, curiosities and new words dispossess its spirit, and the thing becomes something else... This is called losing its essential meaning."
-Kyorai (1651-1704)

Unceasing Reservations

Everybody close to me knows for a fact that at one point in my friendship with them, I would have to ask them one particular question. And I've always gotten mixed responses. "How will you remember me when I die?"

A lot of times people would just dismiss me and reprimand me in the process. Others would give me unbelievably exaggerated answers that would lead to unconditional love and concern. Similar to saying that I would be one of the most memorable persons they've met and that they won't forget me. But of course even if they insist, I am sure that I'll be fading into oblivion when certain attachments to other subjects prevail. No doubt I'll be just a memory. People are always quick to say that because for my fondness of the topic "Death" I am just in the illusion of having unconventional thoughts; that I would outlive the rest of my contemporaries. But no one is sure of their time until it comes.

But today, unknowingly... I got a different response from a stranger I haven't even met. So I posted the same question expecting the same old reactions. Instead here's what that stranger said to me... "I won't let you..."