From Outer-Space.

Hallo to my friend. You have seemed sort of sad, or not sad, but maybe detatched lately and I wanted to tell you of it. My meditation for you is not from Marcus Aurelius, but I hope that you will like it all the same;

"Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -- over and over announcing your place in the family of things."

Right now -- whatever you are doing -- try to let go of whatever you're doing for a second and imagine life being the span of time that passes between your breaths. You aren't crazy because someone who is afraid of losing you won't talk to you in a way that's fair. And you're not crazy because you feel like you're the only bloke in your ofice that's doing any work. From wingtip to wingtip -- what's the meaning of any of this? We used to be alchemists! (We still are, by the way.) Only fight with ridiculous bravery to protect what alchemy's afforded you, that is, an an unwavering thirst for truth, understanding in the face of ignorance, and the ability to accept change, grow, move on.

[thank you.]