Saturday, August 8, 2009

Dear Alphonse:



You must realize that those who tear at you cannot reach and destroy the inner beauty that illuminates your soul. It is so evident to those who are able to see beyond their noses and biases that you are unique in all the world. So what if you are different from the rest of your fellow men in outward appearance? A cruel twist of fate has, as ever, without explanation, without partiality, bestowed upon you an aspect of uncommon singularity. Surely those second looks of utter disbelief by passersby must afflict you terribly. However, my cherished friend since youth, have I not stood by you, continuously infusing into your tired mind that a distorted and wracked frame is in no fashion the complete measure of a man?

Surely you realize how all Paris adores you for the compassionate, generous man that you are. Notwithstanding those few miscreants who make an excessive display of incredulity over your special gifts. What else would you have me to call them? You have transcended the mediocrity of pedestrian society by elevating yourself to the level of benefactor to the poor in spirit through your truest of humility and service to mankind.

Do not allow yourself to slip into self pity over a thing so trivial as an arresting physiognomy that you, on the whole, have not permitted to stand in the way of your beneficent acts. You are a child of the Universe and will, in perpetuity, grace all animate creation by the ardor of your expansive, nurturing goodness.

You, dear Alphonse, are beautiful.

With deepest respect and unfailing love, I remain your devoted friend,

Henri