Anyone with any of my writings, e-mail, letter, paper or whatever, has the value of the day I did although today may seem less or more. Because it’ll taste sole. And though it look like the work may have more people besides you, it has the value that you have it, and nobody else. The book would know what you have and no one else from its concealment. Its reality is only you. Without you it feels unique. It is, for you. I know, it believes and I believe it.