Well, this is it, my Brobdingnagian bud. The last of the list of greetings I mustered up for you, and the first, if one goes in reverse order, as frequently happens in cyberspace. Sure will miss our chats, but it’s time to move on to smaller and less important things.

I will take this, our last missive, as a good time to commit to you. I have a vow to take for your sake. May seem silly for someone of my relatively small girth and magnetosphere to vow to come to the aid of a mighty one such as you. But I’m gonna do it anyway.

I have a considerable amount of conciousness in hand here, more than I can handle at times. I am tiny in mass but mighty in consciousness. Thoughts and dreams, feelings, wishes and words, my consciousness swells to fit my infinite imagination. And this is what my imagination says:

I love you world. There’s too much sadness here. Not only in me, but in you. I can feel it. Am I crazy? Yes. Crazy in love. That love is a potent force within my conciousness and within you and within everyone. Love of the earth and love of humanity. Forget the sky for a time. Just let it shine and come to ground. Here we are. You and me.

My vow shall remain just between us. You know what it is, and I will do it, promise.

Your devoted friend,

LWIII