Babe, happy to hear you finally heard from your husband, but I am surprised you did not think he fit into our conversations or that they did not mentioned anything about you losing your baby. He sounds like the typical guy who goes off to war and looks forward to the weapons and getting a few “Huns.” He probably already has children all over the World that we do not know about. Sorry to hear that your brother Matthias enlisted at the same time as your husband, but if they were inseparable growing up, of course they are going to want to do the same things as adults. I do not blame your mother for refusing to let your youngest brother Jamerson join up. Back in the day, women would deny they had sons on the census reports because they did not want their youngest boy going to war. And when he was he not drafted, they would send him to college where he could be educated and make money to make the family name more prosperous. And I am sure when Jamerson has a taste of the World he will never come back.  Some people are not made to be farmers or fishermen, they are made to be warriors or engage in international business. However, if he has a lady, she might be the only thing that keeps him in town. “Saints fast and pray often, even unto purify of their hearts,” Helaman 3.35. #RandolphHarris 1 of 8

I was wondering why you had stopped writing me such beautiful poetry, but now I understand you have writer’s block because you are concerned about all the young men getting ready to go off and fight in the war and die. Well, you never lied about not telling me about your husband, I understand people repress painful memories or project onto other things or people. Perhaps you felt by communicating with me, you were talking to your husband? But anyway, you know me, I would not be happy either if I were left behind while everyone else went off to war, so I understand your husband. I would want the adventure, too. He feels like a hero. I know it may not be much, but I have started writing down those fairy stories I have been telling Ava. I have included one with this letter— “The Landlord.” Ava adores real estate. I thought you might find it entertaining, something to pass the time. It is not finished, though. I am not quite sure how to end it. Maybe you have an idea? Objective factuality is something alienated and abstract, a rationalized, i.e., logically crystalized, part of reality. Like a nut’s shell, it forms a hard and relatively distinct outer layer, produced by the inner saps and energies of a living organism. Reality in its wholeness is graspable only in the integral intuition of living knowledge (zhivoye znaniye), of which conceptual knowledge is only a derivative product or superstructure: All particular knowledge is partial knowledge of a whole. #RandolphHarris 2 of 8

Another term has begun and I feel a bit more confident, having taught these classes all before. I have always found it funny that Harry is the one person my dad should approve of but in actuality is the person he disapproves of the most. Harry has to be one of my oldest friends. We went to school together as children, pored over my father’s anatomy texts (more specifically poring over those pages pertaining to the female anatomy), went on our first dates together under the philosophy of safety in numbers. Harry’s family moves in the same social circles, he is actually completing his medical studies, he is absolutely brilliant, and he is flawlessly polite. What could my father find fault with? I suppose that a sharp mind can be wielded like any sharp weapon, and Harry can be quite disapproving of the snobbery he finds at many of the social functions we are forced to. He is lucky that most of the people he mocks do not catch his sarcasm and dry humour, or he would not be invited back nearly so often. It has been quite a few years since Harry set off for Oxford. We write back and forth—not nearly as often as you and I write—but I am looking forward to seeing him. #RandolphHarrris 3 of 8

We are conscious of ourselves only as a self-revelation of [being] in us. The more one is aware of oneself as a person, the more one withdraws into metaphysical solitude, for we are wholly open only to ourselves and to God. We rest in secret depths inaccessible to others and the most essential part of me remains solitary and inexpressible. I encounter God in the utter solitude in which I encounter death. It is a divine-human reality. The dual unity of Godhumanhood is logically prior to the conceptions of both God and Humans. Heaven and Earth have been moved. However, in the Blood you go where nobody wants to go. That is the horror of it. That is the beauty of it. Could it really have been so freakish, so abnormal? You know, years ago, I told you I went to dinner at the Winchester mansion. I was allowed to explore the mansion by myself. There was some secret, some dark hidden story present there the whole time. I could see it in the silence. As we move on year by year in this life, we learn that telling does not necessarily purge; telling sometimes merely is a reliving, and it is a torment. I must confess that it has already become undeniably clear to me, though I have existed in this exalted state for only two nights, that the very nature of my powers and means of existence attest to the ontological supremacy of a sensualist philosophy having taken up residence within me, as I proceed from moment to moment and the microcosm of my own self. #RandolphHarris 4 of 8

This requires of me an immediate redefining of the concept of mystical, which I have heretofore mentioned to include a state both elevated and totally carnal, both transcendent and orgasmic, which delivers me when drinking life’s energy or gazing at a lighted candle beyond all human epistemological constraints. Whereas the hermeneutics of pain had once completely convinced me of my own personal salvation, indeed, whereas I had once worked out a comprehensive Prayer of Quiet in which I had embraced Christ and his Five Wounds in order to endure the Finality which seemed inescapable for me, I now find myself approaching God on a totally undefined path. Can it be that being a vampire, and having a vampire soul as well as a human soul, I am therefore removed from human obligations and all human ontological conditions? I think no. I think on the contrary that I am now responsible for the supreme human obligation: to investigate the highest use of my powers, for surely though I a vampire by my own free will and by a Baptism of Blood, I am still by birth, by maturity, by underlying physicality human, and must therefore share in the human condition despite the fact that I shall no in the ordinary scheme of things grow old nor die. “Righteously fear not words of truth,” reports Mormon 9.40. I believe in one God, Creator of the Universe, and God governs it by his Providence [and] the soul of Human is immortal. #RandolphHarris 5 of 8

Lightning is an electrical discharge, electricity is beside heat, light and gravity and is one of the primordial forces in the Universe and is a new dimension or quality possessed in some measure by all matter. Let the experiment be made and, in the observation, electrical experiments will help to make a vain person humble. To return to the inescapable question of Salvation, yes, I do remain rooted in a relativistic Universe, no matter how spectacularly defined I have become as to form and function, and I find myself within the same dimension in which I exited before my transformation, and therefore I must ask: am I perforce outside the economy of grace established by Our Divine Saviour in the very fact of his Incarnation, even before His Crucifixion, both events which I firmly believed to have occurred within human history and chronology, and to be knowable through, and commanding a response in both? Or can the Sacraments of Holy Mother the Church redeem me in my present state? I must conclude on the face of it, from my short experience, from the ecstasy and abandon which have so rampantly replaced all pain and suffering within the organism which I am, that I assume that I stand excommunicated from the Body of Christ by my very nature. I brought myself back from the dead. #RandolphHarris 6 of 8

However, it could be that I am never to know the answers to this question, not matter how thoroughly I investigate the World and myself, and does not this very unknowing only bring me all the closer to full existential participation in humankind? It seems wise to accept, in deepest humility and with an aim towards a validating spiritual perfection at the onset, that I may never hope at any juncture of my wanderings, be they for untold centuries or for a fe short years of near unendurable ecstasy, to know whether I share in the Saviour’s Redemption, and that that very unknowing may be the price I pay for my extra-human sensibility and inherently blood-thirsty triumph over the pain I once suffered, over the imminent death that once tyrannized me, over the ubiquitous threat of human time. “Can you look up to God with pure heat and clean hands?” reports Alma 5.19. Personal values have political relevance. The government exists for the sake of the good life and its powers can be used to that end. A good citizen guided by virtues would undertake civic improvement and participate disinterestedly in government. The individual initiative is the essential engine of progress. My confidence in the virtue of the citizens of the United States of America causes me to favour government by consent, but I am not a simple democrat who believes majority will should be omnipotent. #RandolphHarris 7 of 8

Many refuse to recognize the commandment’s of God. “Thou shall not die. Thou shall not kill.” I will not lie. Freedom’s dynamism will cause its spread around the World, and therefore the United States of America, as a leading free nation, will be influential without being predatory. At the same time, we must understand the anarchic character of international relations and realise that the nation has to maintain its strength, protect its national interests, and action to maintain a balance in trade. Even with tariffs, China has a $32 Billion surplus with the United States of America, which means they made all that money off of goods and services we are buying from China.  Another term has begun and I feel a bit more confident, having taught these classes all before. We have just finished talking about the history of chemistry (starting from the alchemists, then Lavoisier, Mendeleev, and the like). My students turned in the most appalling set of essays. To think, they will be the next generation of statesmen and lawyer, and they cannot even construct a proper argument! At any rate, when I was reading these and ruminating that I (I hope!) wrote a bit better at that age, I could not help but think of you. I thought I had hidden you well in the yellow memory. The light rinds of the silver bells remind me of the past. I want to wish many blessings by beautiful brocade for you. #RandolphHarris 8 of 8