There are two kinds of interest I mean. One is your interest in my articles, which may very well be waning as you think my humility might, though I cannot and will not speak anything against this lofty disinterest but will only let my words speak for whoever will accept them. The second kind, the purpose of my writing to you, is your interest in the vapyrs which, through defeating and beleaguered days twisted by the never-sure expectation of work, may wane over the semester like a moon. Yet I am come to announce the good news: the great waxing of our days! For it is now more than ever that the vapyrs wait for you, behind great-lawn climbing-tree, lurking, on the island’s new log-benches, patiently tapping feet to pass the time.
Work will mount and ebb forever and in tandem with your life. In the flux of things, only vapyr remains constant, since what it offers it has and will, with no regard to your work or your life, be. This why you may consider another’s experiences as being unequal to yours although they have partaken similarly, because the surges of a life will have it so that one feels good and one feels resentful about the same action. For this reason, think not of your habit as becoming bad or good but as being done in bad or good circumstances, or done according to bad or good reasons.
Keep the faith! Too many things in our lives are only according to a situation or notion, and the vapyrs are no different. But a heartfelt yet momentary change of views or values prevents a vapyrist from considering themselves in good virtue. Sometimes a thousand terrible things will ring about the vapyrist’s ear telling him to look only down when thinking of possibilities, to think only introspectively when considering ethics, to behave only submissively when interacting with others. Yet, but for the canyon you must prevail. But for unity. But for each other, but for the sensibility of peace and reason and relaxation.
There are times in the day when you are not doing much. There are ends of nights where you are in regular boredom. There are horizons of thought which sometimes rise up high enough to warrant straining, and which may be brought down by the vapyrs, so that things are simpler, closer, older and yet more fascinating as though they were new. Things do not always need to be so large as to cloud your conceptions; let the vapyrs make your values miniature and laughable and conceivable as an idea, instead of existing as senseless, nameless angst.