Just in case you’re out there, on an Orion Council starship or a U.T.N. aircraft carrier, or maybe living in a skip eating cheese out of dustbins, not that it matters, I just wanted to say “hello” and shit.
I miss our conversations.
At first, I didn’t like you much. I thought you were a clever bastard, misusing his obvious intelligence on tormenting dimwits like me. But, although my wits were dim, they were sharp and we often argued. At first, I did it to try and beat you, to “out-think” you, if such a thing were possible, and apart from one or two very minor points of detail or humerous derailments, I largely failed. It was only after I stopped being competitive (mostly) that I began to really enjoy our arguments.
At the time, they were arguments but, as I look back, I see them now more as collaborations. We seemed to be so opposite, me relying on feelings and you on reason, and yet how often did we begin with seemingly diametrically opposed views and end in agreement? Given your intelligence, and my admitted lack thereof, I suspect I may have been guided more than once. You once called me “the Heart of the …” and I was rather proud of that.
Before you went dark, you started calling me Brother. That makes me feel very proud. I just felt it was important to make that known to you. If you’re out there.
I’ve done and learned so much, and so little, since last we argued – as I suspect you have as well. Although we will never share the same education, the same intelligence, the same experience, the same views or the same (and I know you hate the word but I’m going to use it anyway) beliefs as I do, I Believe that we share the same heart. I have come to realise that I am not “the Heart” of anything except myself.
I wanted you to know that I am standing up, and refusing to be cowed. That I feel strong and that I feel empowered. That I am finally Awakening – only to find myself in yet a higher realm I can’t yet understand. The more I learn, the less I know and yet the less I know the more certain I feel. It makes no sense but it seems to work.
So, if you’re on the starship beam me up and give me a tour, if you’re on the aircraft carrier drop a pod in the back garden (the patch nearest the building) or if you’re eating cheese out of dustbins, well, you know where I [i]live[/i], Brother. Just leave the cheese behind, okay?
I have tinned soups.
Just be happy, Brother, and know that I’m ready for tomorrow. I pray to the Great Spirit that you are too.