It took all my b r a i
n p o
w e r to understand why you would bother to
send me a b l a n k sheet of paper.
I’m an o l d
man, after all. But I knew this
had to be something e x t r a o r
d i n a r
y. I could spare no e f f o r t in crafting my
R e s p o n s e .
My m i n d
isn’t what it used to be, but I w h i p p e d it into shape, and I
think I have finally m a n a g e d to parse t
h i n g s out.
This blank sheet
s y m b
o l i z e s the absence of a map.
C o m p a
r
e the people who write to m e as lost, a s t r a y.
In most c a s e s, they have a
m a p but just won’t look at it, or
d o n’t know how to find their
own l o c a t i o n.
B u t my guess is n e i t h e
r applies to you.
Your m a p has yet to be drawn.
Which m a k e s it impossible to
d e c
i d e where you’re going, much l e s s
how
you’re going to get t h e r e.
F a c e d with a b l a n k m a
p, who wouldn’t feel l o s t? It would puzzle
A n y o n e.
But try this on for size. A b l a n k m a
p means you can fill it in however
you like.
It’s entirely up to y o u.
Everything is open; the p o s s i b i
l i t i e s
are limitless. It’s a beautiful t h i n g.
I can o n l y hope this helps you find a
w a y to
start believing in y o u
r s e l f,
and to move through life with n o
r e g r e t s.
I t h o u g h tI would never get to
a n s w e r another letter.
It gives me g r e a t
pleasure to end on such a thorny r i d d l e.