A Letter to The Communicative Device, Letters

Dear Letters,

Thank you for being so awesome. There's nothing quite like finding you in my mailbox.

I must admit, sometimes you can be quite hard to deal with. You are not the easiest method of communication I've tried to get along with recently, but let me tell you, when I do set time aside to spend with you, I do enjoy it. There's just so much about you that I like. I like your form factor. The greeting, the salutation, something about it just rings true in my heart. I always know where you stand, who you're from, and where you're going. I simply love the clarity of your thought.

I also love your past, letters. You have been the one consistent long range method of transporting thought. You've been a part of church history, you've helped make Lewis famous, and you've brought tidings of war and peace. That's another thing that makes you so special, letters. You are so capable of conveying such a range of thought and emotion. You've done everything. You've told a wife that she's become a widow. You told ordinary people that they've become jurors, or are being audited. You transported my childhood sweetheart's love into my bedroom with me. For that, you are quite indispensable.

So for that reason, dear letters, I must apologize for ignoring you of late. I don't write with you, and I should. I've been an adulterer, flirting and flaunting with the pornographic electronic version of you.

Please know, that e-mail will never replace you letters. Not in my heart, anyways.

Sincerely yours,

blog.alan.schram