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Grandchild of mine, elder of the year 2321, I write you seeking to know you. What is your name? Do you recognize any connection with those of us of this year 2021?

I am most interested in finding out the really real of your being. My imaginings of you and your life and your agency in your world of necessity will land far afield of where you find yourself. How could they not? There will be 11 generations between us, and each will live lives full of meetings and bumpings into others, some friendly, some prickly, some who make life difficult. All will change the people who were your parents of many generations, and they will change what they leave to you.

And your technologies might mean that you are not physically constituted as I am, mainly organic. You likely think differently from me. So will my language even have any meaning to you, and what are the chances my meaning and yours align?

Yet I am used to that. I am a poet and believe that the poem I write does not carry all the meaning: the reader also brings a meaning to it; and the meeting of poet and readers brings forth something none of us brought in. Meetings are like that.

So my question for you circles around with questions like: What are your soul-searching questions and struggles? What are you striving for? What is the meaning of your life and of human life? What is your purpose? How ought people to treat one another, and other beings? What is the quality of being human? About what do you converse with others, in moments of reflection?

For you see, I want to learn of you. If we, you and I, can somehow converse, turn together, breathe together, at this remove, then perhaps there is something I can bring to my generation to leave you a better soil in which to grow.

Your ancestor,
:- Doug.