I seek improved conditions.
I walk the grounds and tidy the edges. I arrange the shelves. Order will make improvement, so I think.
It is my unruly mind and self-directed inner life that need such rearrangement. Let me walk the perimeter of my own thoughts – which ones are out of order? Where are the weeds in my intentions? Let me root them out.
Let a new soul greet the world, changed to meet conditions.
(Letter #1,740)
