An ocean of doubt
This world that I find myself in defies the rules of the universe as I understand them. I am akin to an innocent child being shown a view of war. I am immersed in an ocean of information, much of it dubious, but I have no reliable yard stick to measure it by. No way to sort out truth from flights of fancy. No way to verify.
Actually that is not entirely true. I have some writings of my own that are clearly a primer meant for me to read. My own journal entries lead me to ask certain questions, to think along certain lines. But I think that not all of my writing was meant for me. I have received a bundle of letters that I had penned. Their sender, who I presume was the original recipient, remains mysterious. But by the content of the letters clearly someone that I trusted - someone I will trust. I must say that just having that rare knowledge is a great comfort to me.