No one should really care about what I might have to say. Only the strength and honesty of my words are enough to merit an honest hearing. Just by whom I am and what I have done -- there in nothing spectacular in what I have done. Over time my life has evened out to be, I think, more positive than negative -- but not extraordinarily so. I have done some things, many of them good -- in the artistic realm, in the moral realm, in the human realm. I have tried to help much more than I have tried to hurt, and no matter what some might say, I have not planned and done anything evil -- towards anyone, on any level.
So that is my declaration. There is no one really who should care what I might have to say: about things, about them, about myself. But I will keep writing nonetheless. Why? On the chance that my words someday, sometime may soften the experiences someone else is undergoing; that somehow, in some strange way, knowing what I did might help them to survive, and conquer. I myself will always "care for" those that I love; and there are many such. Death's oracle may let them know who they are.
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