Today, I am compiling some old works of mine.  The writings are perhaps the most sacred of all my works.  I have many works which are far superior; articulated phonetically, semantically, and calligraphic ally.  Although, these works constitute the very beginning of my love for writing, and when I discovered that love (quite literally) dwelling within my heart.  These are the very beginning, some five and some-odd years ago.  These are the very first works which I had considered complete, before I went off in… the quest of destroying myself to become a master.  After these works, I cycled into a furious… insane…masterful… irrevocable journey to become a master.   I succeeded, although it came at a grave cost.  I am unable to view the world… like I had once viewed it.  My thirst for immortality proved exactly that, I am dead and the only thing living is the power I died to create.  People call me brilliant, although I am insane.  People call me insane, although I am brilliant.  My very soul is a cast of inferno, consuming me as the light sears my mind.

Anyway, I just wanted to grow quiet for a moment… to see what would happen to my readership.  The way I see it… if I do nothing at all… it should remain about the same; and if I write, it should climb modestly.  Also, I wanted to see what would become of the Feminist articles I wrote.  I admit, “Perspective: Smoking and Nutrition,” is good.  Although, it is merely a part of my personal life.  Wisdom, justice, and feminism.  Those are the things I live for and die for, daily.  Although, I do harbor this… unique love for the readers of “Perspective: Smoking and Nutrition.”  I have been examining angles which may serve to perpetuate our fraternal sorority.  Please remember, never call me a man… I’m a feminist.

Sincerely,

Allelujah Lucian Luminatus