To Whom It May [not] Concern

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    [This was a letter written to myself quite a while back.] The latter response to this letter is quite contradictory in my sense. The main thought or idea of the letter is meant to be of misanthropy; meaning: the quality of one who hates humanity, or who dislikes and distrusts other people and tends to avoid them. This, having been once my state of being, has taken a 360 alteration and has formed into a much more likable status. I now have a grateful sentiment, because I have not been condemned to the consequences of my past conditions and resentment to all others. For this I am utterly and completely in debt to all who have given hand in restoring me to a new and bright individual. My utmost of appreciation to you.

    To Whom It May [not] Concern

     Dear Friend,
               I have but once received a complaint of the way I tend to live my yearly life. And have come to a conclusion of thought. As in why it may bother a young man as yourself, makes me wonder greatly whether I am thought to be in anger or in pitiful relief. As to you, I have but one thing to notify: That you, my sir, have a great quarrel with humanity. Yes. I am indeed referring that you have the personality of one which says to be misanthropically minded. I have no dilemma of that the fact that you are, undeniably, misanthropic. But as you recognize, for the rest of human kind, it is considered the greatest of mistakes upon the face of the earth. See to it that you revise your thoughts on humankind, because the great punishment of law will come before you, and destroy your conscience and heart. In some literal senses.

    Your dearly beloved...

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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