We are supposed to be FBI agents. It may be good for your imaginary career to have fallen down a true crime wikihole. Bad artwork and serial killers can also walk hand in hand. See John Wayne Gacy. The turtle could have been drawn by a serial killer reading our letters to let you know that they are there. Or, more reasonably, it could have been drawn by me.
Is there ever a polite time to ask if someone is a killer? Are you a killer, Mulder? At first I thought the question was playful, to be honest with you. And in keeping with our honesty, yes, I am. No amount of justification will change what happened. I wish I wasn't.
Repose already has a collection of trailers that serves a similar purpose to said free love commune. The difference is that it is an example of Capitalism versus Socialism. But the impracticality for me truly comes from something you so succinctly said before: I would rather be everything to someone than something to everyone.
You're quite aware of yourself. That's a strength. You were able to experience those emotions, for good or bad, and that is more than some people get in their lifetime. I am sorry for whatever hurt you so deeply. And I think it is admirable that you recognize those as strengths in others in spite of how you may feel about those traits in yourself.
You asked if everything around us could from nothing. I was curious what you thought we came from. I didn't expect a scientific or a religious answer. I'm interested in what you think. Personally, I think it could be a little of both. There is every evidence to show evolution. The big bang. It all makes sense. But I believe something had to push the first domino so the others could tumble down to get to us.
Is there something that would make a person not worth saving? If they were in trouble, does it matter what happened before to not help them?
Not walked over. Nothing like that. I always have to do more. Be more. No one recognizes what I've done, only what I have yet to do. People that I care for put me up on some pedestal that I don't know if I can ever live up to, but I can't tell them otherwise. What they ask and expect from me they'd never ask or expect from anyone else, and yet I can't tell them no. It's unfair. I can admit that on paper, Mulder.
These letters, is this you with one hand tucked behind your back? I am failing to see how you would drive people away.
-S
P.S. Promise made and delivered. Prawns in chili sauce, egg drop soup, and Chinese donuts. Something tells me that these donuts have little to do with China. And I do not mean to feed your newfound serial killer paranoia, Mulder, but the fortune I got was less than ideal. [Taped underneath is this fortune.]