Dearest Friend

My friend, let us discuss the merits of deity or reminisce of our reactions to The Stranger. Let us mix conversations of Sartre and a game of chess over deliciously brewed coffee. Let us walk cold midnight trails with our pipes full and our hearts on the Dharma. Dearest friend I need you; you are my salvation from this monotony, and I am yours. You are my Sense and Sensibility; I am your Pride and your Prejudice. I, my friend, am your Being and Nothingness and you my Joyful Wisdom. I miss you and I love you. I am looking forward to the days of shared poetry between us. To Flat Earth chips and Vitamin Water. Please rescue me from here soon. I apologize, dear friend, if this sounds more like a love letter than a declaration of our friendship, it is just that I know of no one else with whom I better fulfill the imperative given in the Introduction to Nature, and I know of only a few who would understand this reference without great thought.

Your friendship truly is my most precious friendship. I do not know how our friendship started, how we went from polar opposites to "friend-soul-mates," but I am most grateful.