Dear, 
J. K. Rowling

Harry Potter is perhaps the most important work of fiction in my lifetime. All I know of it is the movies, yet within it, it speaks some very critical truths about human nature.

What is the magic? It is knowledge. The combat between good and evil forms of knowledge. How practical knowledge ought to win against academic knowledge. How life is superior to death. How there is a constant struggle between life and death, and also between good and evil.

That sometimes good and evil must war, the book elucidates. When Voldemort silently takes the stage, and begins to purify racially your Wizards. He represents the Dictator. He represents the Iron Man taking up his cause, and using his cause to bludgeon the world into suppression.

Your work genesysed the inncence of youth, the purity of it when it becomes corrupted by the knowledge of evil. Slowly, there is a struggle in every mind between the good and bad instinct, and man must sever from his soul the wicked force within it.

I was watching a video online---as is my habit---and on it a Millennial and Gen-Z were having their metaphorical fight. And then the Baby Boomer came on, listening to their music. The rebellion against the old Folk Hymns of the past, the hatred of the wisdom of a generation who fought in two ferocious wars---your generation---the despising of their knowledge, it is how we will get Voldemort.

Do understand, Ms. Rowling, the danger lies far greater than that. They say only six million were killed in the holocaust, when it was fourteen million. They say only one hundred million were killed by communism, when it was five hundred million. They say that there are no genocides today, when nine million were killed in Myanmar, several million were killed in North and Central Africa, one hundred thousand people die each year from global conflict, not including the eight hundred thousand killed by the United States. China is purging countless of its citizens who are not Han Chinese. Forty-one thousand people were killed in America with guns in 2021, and possibly another ten thousand killed by knives. China, Iran and the United States Saber Rattle. There is rumor of a genocide in South Africa---though none can confirm nor deny it. Immigrants flood the United States, and many are left in mass graves on the border, or die in concentration camps. It's neither democrat nor republican who will stop it.

They say these are peaceful times we live in. Yet, everyone is kept indoors, afraid of a virus a little less uncomfortable than the flu. People stay indoors, and billionaires capitalize on it. Speech is censored through de facto means of control, and of course that Gen-Z thinks your books are not important. Because no books are. Yet, your books warned of these times. As, all the great litterateurs have warned of these times.

The problem is I don't see a Harry Potter right now. Because Generation Z are more like Malfoy---and that is why they don't like your books---and the Millennials are too weak to take up the mantle of a hero. I speak my mind in an age where people are getting arrested for doing so.

Know I respect you, as the only author in the Twenty-first century who used her words wisely. All else is propaganda, or even worse essays.

When I read G. K. Chesterton
This Latin phrase I have coined comes to mind.
For, he has presented the ultimate argument
That God exists, and this argument is based
Upon human conscience.
There can be no other argument by which to base
Our belief in God in all of apologetics.
For if the moon stays its cycles in the daytime
And it does, it is still inefficient for purposing
The proof of God's existence.
Only upon the conscience, can we prove God exists.
For all other facts are mutable.

For, it is not the question of whether human beings are somehow 
Superior to the animals---this does not define us as human.
For the angels are superior to us in art and intelligence,
And we probably shadow them in our abilities
Just like the animals shadow us in ours.
It is that an animal, when it gains the faculty of reason
Becomes far less violent, far more nurturing,
Far more empathetic,
And less likely to consume their young.
The less intelligent animals,
Such as my angelfish,
Will hedonistically lay eggs
And derive the pleasure of laying them
And fertilizing them,
Only to turn around and eat them.

Man, having a conscience,
Will indeed partake in these same behaviors.
Yet, it is not because of our sentience that we do.
The animals who have gained religion, reason, art or tools
Show themselves to be conscientious
And nurturing, to where they do not show
Aggression, or lack of civility.
Rather, wherever sentience burgeons
Those animals become more aware
In their sense of Other.

What separates a man from an animal
Is our ability to reason right from wrong;
To have the capability to judge what is right
From what is wrong.
Yet, when man had gained this,
Which is the theme of the story 
Of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden,
It is when man had become fully man.
And it is this conscience which proves God exists.
Even when it is found in the animal kingdom,
Evolved from the higher intelligences
Of the few animals who shadow our ability,
It is not proof against God
That the animals have these faculties
But the universality of the faculty,
The fact that even species beside us can begin to understand it
Proves there is moral truth,
So therefore, truths beyond the observed.
So be it that man---
Acting like the beast---
Decides conscionably to stop obeying that
Even this proves God exists,
For the choice to disobey what is human
For the course of what is natural---
As nature has its morality, and humanity another---
It shows that what makes us human is indeed the proof of God.
The choice to disobey it, or the choice to obey it.
The compulsion or accidental indulgence in that natural flesh
Or the willful desire to adhere to the higher principles
Which human beings understand and no other animal can.

The evidence for God's existence is all the good I've felt throughout my life.
And when a person says "God does not exist" they say to me, 
"That good is your truth." I don't want it to be my truth.
I want it to be your truth, too, that the good I've experienced
Is valued, and therefore sacred.

I see selfishness in this world, budding in every field.
I see people hardening themselves to love
And teaching themselves that relationships are superfluous.
The highest ideal today, is to be so selfish that you don't need anyone.
And I must say there is something inherently evil in that.

If all the good I experienced was when in company with another person
Or God, why do I need to sever this beautiful blessing from my life?
It is evil to inure oneself to love, yet that is precisely what "Self Help" does.
It drives the man within his shell, and it cultivates in him an attitude
Of self reliance, which impedes his ability to rely on others.
Because none are reliable, none will help one another,
For none have love, this is why everyone is so unhappy.
For, who, truly, is happy? None that I know.
For we are all isolating ourselves,
And even more, we shun human embrace and imagine a world
Guarded from the world, one where we stay within our house
And shiver, and pull the blanket over our head afraid.

For our selfishness has overcome us
And our love has abandoned us.
Therefore, the Earth is unbearable.
Blessed are the dead,
For the living care nothing for one another
But would rather starve themselves of human affection
Than be brave, and risk all on the hearty truth of friendship.

Understand, love is good.
Understand that selfishness is evil.
We all understand malevolence is evil.
Yet the malevolent are usually also those who are most selfish.

Reason fails to prove

God’s existence, save to know

Self evident good.

The best way to explain God, would be
That everything in this reality
Were the thoughts inspired by words on a page.
And God were the author who constructed it.
Are the words an alternate dimension?
No, but they are rather our thoughts
Constructed in the minds of we readers.
God is the author, his messengers are readers
His Son is the Words on the page
And we are the thoughts.
The Spirit is what gives life.

We must stop and think.
If we base our belief in God
In Man's language---
Then what of a Parrot who can speak?
If we base our belief in God
In man's artistic abilities
What of an elephant that can paint?
If we base our belief in God
In our ability to shape our natural environment
What of the birds, the fish and the insects who build impressive structures?
If we base our belief in God
On our use of tools
What of the otter, the chimp or the crow
Who use tools?
If we base our belief in God 
On man's ability to use reason
What of the dog or horse who can do math?

Then, what if we base our belief on a young earth
Or that evolution doesn't exist
Or that the earth is flat
Or on the laws of thermodynamics?
The Earth is old.
Evolution exists.
The earth is round.
There will be perpetual motion devices some day.

Yet, how do I know that God exists?
Because of a passage in the Bible 
Where it says the Earth shall be filled with the knowledge of the LORD.
The lion shall lie down with the lamb
And the young child shall place his hand in the adder's hole
And not be bit.
That this is knowledge, and it is peace;---
That the grain shall be able to grow on the top of mount Everest
That the degrading struggle for life shall cease
And even the rock shall be fertile and competition shall be no more.
That there is something inherently evil in predator and prey.
That there is something inherently malicious in viral disease and parasites.
That a lion can have molars
And a lamb be safe.
That Roads can be built between three civilizations
Egypt, Israel and Assyria
And peace can reign over mortal enemies.

This is enough for me to believe
That it can be communicated 
And that the greatest blessing for man
Will be the day that striving cease.

Oh, Christian Apologists,
You dismantle the faith
Of the little ones.

You say things like, 
"Art is what makes
"Man who he is."

You say things like,
"Tools are what makes
"Man who he is."

You then say things like
""Reason is what makes
"Man who he is."

I've seen elephants paint
I've seen otters use tools
I've seen dogs reason.

None o this is what separates us from the beasts.
Rather, it is Christ, who ordaining us with dominion
Over the world, that is what separates us from the beasts.

I know this truth, yet I still believe in God.
Every empty argument, every wise notion
Man has conceived, has been made foolish.
The Animals have Consciences, 
Sometimes more delicate than even our own.
The Animals are as intelligent as our six year old children.
It is why we have so much joy in them.

Nay, we ought not use reason to determine
That the animals are lower than us
Because in many ways they aren't.
In many ways they are far more noble than us
Incapable of doing the great harms that we have inflicted.

Rather, what separates a man from an animal
Is the same thing which separates an Angel of God
From a man. A degree not of intelligence
But of authority; for man shepherds the animals
And has the authority to preserve or destroy them.
So the angels have their authority over man
To bestow blessings or curses upon us.

For man reigns in his princely domain
Yet when Christ returns
Men shall be to Animals what Christ is to us.
For the Man clings to Christ to enter into the gate
While the Animal clings to his master
To enter with them into their eternal abode.
For Jeremiah says that Jerusalem shall be inhabited by both man and beast.
Certainly he is speaking of the celestial city.

Yet, the Animals are sincere, the animals are precious among God's creation.
We ought not say to them, "You do not have our faculties."
In many regards, they have them in greater abundance. 
Rather, it is simply our domain to be their steward,
And their domain to be our domain.
For, if we rule benevolently, we shall have an abundance of good
And the Lions shall be given molars.
If we rule antagonistically, and are brutes,
Well, as Chesterton said,
I do not see the animals as these mere brutes,
As elephants paint
Dogs count
And otters use rocks to burst open clams.
Yet, the steer is good for food
And the horse is good for riding;---
It is this symbiosis of nature which determines the truth.
That man is half a predator,
And half like the sheep.
And the two moralities set before us
Demanded by Mr. Nietzsche
Are the morality of the Predator
And the morality of the Sheep.
Bad men, their morality is natured like the wolf.
And good men, their morality is natured like the sheep.

Dear,
Dr. Laureate Southey

I must say I came to you work with some difficulty. It was hard for me to first find a distributor who would sell your work, and secondly, once I found it it was basically one of those copies meant to preserve historically significant work. So, my reader probably knows nothing of you.

I found your Madoc poem and Joan of Arc suitable in name to create my own renditions of them. For a few months I thought I was subconsciously plagiarizing you; that some demonic force had implanted in my memory your poems, and I was rewriting them. Thus, I spent my twenty dollars---which was reimbursed for some reason---and bought your collected work.

I must say, I understand why you're Poet Laureate. Your work was on the cusp of the Novel's invention, and it had a refined style easily comprehended. Your verse, by modern standard, would seem superfluous, as like the Iliad and the Odyssey are translated today, your work might be better read as a novel rather than poetry. As your work is one of the first works which called the sky blue---it's hard to find a poet. or really, a writer prior to you who would have the audacity to call the sky blue. Most writers didn't describe anything, but rather their imagery was secondary to the concept being discussed. It's not like today's literature where the image is compulsory.

This gets to the strangest part of your work, that it's more novel like in its diction. Which, is likely why you became Poet Laureate because you innovated a style that is still in use today. Neither Byron, Keats, Shelley, Wordsworth or Coleridge's style are in use today, unless you count my pitiful attempts at poetry. 

Truthfully, Southey, you are Poet Laureate for a reason. While your work is hard to find, your style has become the standard for writing.

I am reading Thalaba the Destroyer right now, and I might say it's very relatable to my own feelings. I don't know if many people could or would read it today, and be able to extrapolate from it a sense of enjoyment. But, I do, as I, feel a lot like the Prophet in the work, forecasting doom on the world. I'm looking for that one bit of kindness toward the Camel, so to speak. 

The story is archetypal, and probably your chief work. As I'm thinking about it right now, and I just sense that there's a truth to it. That a prophet---should one exist in modern times---would exist in that manner. The fact that you knowingly synthesize Islam and Christianity confused Byron; yet I'm knowledgeable that some Eastern Orthodox Christians who speak Arabic still call Christ Allah. I'm even more knowledgeable, by the subtle innuendo, that it is the Christian religion you are speaking of.

And quite, the story is what it would be like if a prophet walked the earth in these current times. In diction not dissimilar to the Novels of a generation after you. I have to say, you deserve Poet Laureate. 

You are not my idol. 
Yet, history changes.
For that, all is uncertain.
You, with your torch
Ward off evil, and bring contentment to the land.
Yet, it has been turned inward
And now you are an idol of witchcraft and necromancy.

Thus, Maria, you stand proud in New York's Harbor.
Once you were---a long time ago---given to our States
To represent the Heathen Goddess.
By a Freemason who built the statue
To represent American fortune, bliss and everyday life.

The world changes, though, 
And if you are not Hecate,
My beloved Maria, then thou be
The Virgin blest;
Let Hecate vanish into the winds.

Bellerophon, you are accused.
You rest on your innocence.
Yet, know I do not speak in your favor
Kindly. I am not your surety.

For you ride Pegasus.
You've defeated Chimera.
You spy your enemies
And perhaps Stheneboea lied---
Yet perhaps she didn't.

I do not know which course
Yet though you are my mortal enemy,
I place myself in your shoes.
I would not want man to accuse me falsely;
Nor spread the infamous deeds of my youth.

However, know this---
If you ride to Olympus
If you soar above Ganymede
The gadfly shall sting your horse.

I do not judge you,
As is my Christian office.
I fend off the Sword of Stheneboea
Not for your sake, but for my own.
For, he who accuses you
I know not whether he is true.
For that ignorance,
I lay my aid not for any approval of your deeds.

Yet, what is unknown to me,
Ought to be unknown,
And I will not tolerate a talebearer or slanderer.
Yet, had you or had you not,
Let not your pride bring thee
To the status of a god.
For then I shall strike you down,
And if your arrogance is lifted up
To say, "I am completely innocent,
"Like God Himself!"
I shall slay you with the breath of fire from my mouth.