My dear,. There’s such an effort to try and explain people. I once heard someone mention that the reason Adam’s first task in the Bible was to name all the animals was so that he could keep his sanity. That his actions are a portrayal of Man’s need to name and categorize things, unable to comprehend the nameless. ..That’s what I think of every time someone tries to categorize someone as heterosexual or homosexual,...

My dear, It’s angered all who cross it for the first time. It’s destroyed nations one mind at a time. It’s established close friendships only with the outcasts, the skeptics, and all but them distrust it – actually, the tragedy of it all is that even they distrust it, being skeptics. The Truth is a wandering homeless man with no clothes, moving from street to street, house to house, door to door, begging everyone...

My dear, People that don’t use coasters, people who drink directly out of the container, noisy eaters, people who don’t wash their hands after taking care of business, people who pick their noses in public, double dippers, people who use double negatives.. people who don’t talk before thinking. Nothing so needs reforming as other people’s habits. Falsely yours, Samuel Langhorne...

My dear, There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours. Look back, look forth, look close, there may be more prosperous times, more intelligent times, more spiritual times, more magical times, and more happy times, but this one, this small moment in the history of the universe, this is ours. And let’s do everything with it. Everything. Falsely yours, Jean-Paul Charles Aymard...

My dear, The three most harmful addictions are heroin, carbohydrates, and a monthly salary. Their addiction coming from their protecting you from risk, pain, and growth. One is a fast killer, the others are slow buildups (more like builddowns). One takes you up to unimaginable mental heights then it pulls the rug from under you, and you fall to your doom, hoping you don’t break anything on your way down. The others are more...

My dear, We, as humans, are distrustful, quick to judge, violent, sex-driven, and callous. If aliens are just like us, then they should be feared. If we, as a species, discovered another habitable planet, and one of our astronauts came off the ship and voicing for the whole said, “We come in peace,” would you be able to keep a straight face? Falsely yours, Neil deGrasse...

My dear, Nobody realizes that there are homosexuals out there fighting their whole being every single second in order to continue the lie that they’re heterosexual. All in order to be accepted, either by society, but mostly by themselves. Nobody realizes that there are geniuses out there that force themselves to not think, to not question, to not see… All in fear of getting disapproval nods from their peers, parents, and...

My dear, In art and dream may you proceed with abandon. In life may you proceed with balance and stealth. In art and dream may you be the trapeze artist, doing stunts on the tightrope that frightens so many. In life may you proceed upon the tightrope balanced, unwavering, arms out, extended. In art and dream and life and all, may you seize that which Icarus failed to grasp, the freedom of the heavens. Falsely yours, Patricia Lee...

My dear, Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. Old enough to re-believe in a world filled with magic. Old enough to re-believe that there’s someone out there for each and every one of us. Old enough to re-believe in true love, in the hero’s quest, and in the happy ending. Some day you will be old enough to start seeing the hidden goodness of the world, despite all evidence against. Falsely...

My dear, Sometimes I would like to ask God why He allows poverty, suffering, and injustice when He could do something about it. But I’m afraid He would ask me the same question. And what would I say then? I’m sorry I was watching TV? I’m sorry, I was too busy surfing Facebook and Twitter to notice it all? Frankly, I make it a rule of mine not to ask questions that would shut my trap if redirected back at me. Falsely...