  As I look to dig the root for the beginning of the question. I stop in discontent at the wager of my direction. Seeming as time will go on forever, and I'm am but a spec of dust to the universe, my way and life is to find some sort of purpose. Purpose inside of bounds that tug at every angle. Puritan ethic maintains in my moral sense, as old world glory keeps it's constant edge. Escape brought has brought no sense, remaining all the same. I'm just playing at some familiar old game. I pace halls, keep awake at night, to hope to wake up with some sort of new edge. Maybe it is the sought out form of perfection that is ever eluding; or the mischievous prowl for something more.
I know your fear, and I know the feeling all too well. It's question that arises on days it doesn't belong. A solution to the problem can never be found. For if you look for salvation from another, you�re asking for an overwhelming strength. I think everyone looks for a stronger person. But it takes strength greater to find these persons, for they seek the same in others.
I love your email. It awoke stillness in me. And I felt delight. Thank you. With love, your brother, Jon wow. smart. so S has tics to modest mouse for 7/15. sounds fun, not sure if i can go. my emo boy wants me to stick around and go to the radiohead show with him in august. ...tempting ;) 
