Dear Katherine

Dear Katherine,

I know you aren't reading tonight... Or any night but this one is dedicated to you because you held me in your arms with true compassion. Because you are strong to me. Because you tell me exactly what I need to hear. This darling is love.

I found my goal in life. The reason for my manifestation in bodily form. What I would hold firm to tonight when the demon comes to tell me of eternal return. I have come to exposed the magnificent radiance of love in the universe to who ever I can. Now this sounds preposterous. Ridiculously childish. I would have told you this since the day my mother and father explained John Lennon to me. And that is it. its pretty much a rip off of John Lennon.

But Why? Why be some lame rip off?

Well, I have tried and seek every method of disproving him and pushing away this universal gender-indistinct-brotherhood of love especially since I have been injected with cynicism, heartbreak, and all the other marvels of teenage existence. But after close examination of the theories and philosophies at hand given to me it seems that the only way to derive purpose in life is to feel love. To feel this mysteriousness. After see Nietzsche, Dostoevsky, Plato, Marcus Aurelius give haphazard stabs at life's true meaning a purpose and analyze how their rhetoric and true meaning comes to me... I find that John Lennon seems like the best logical and illogical solution. The one that is most Kantian in its stress of intentions but yet very utilitarian in its result.

I guess I haven't found this purpose yet. I guess really I am saying I have just felt reacquainted with Lennon today and that his thoughts seem just right. And I am going to continue to pit things against it forever and ever and ever.