My beloved Athanasius, I write to you from the cave in which I dwell, having suffered for you and humanity. I carry upon my body the burdens of society, their shortcomings, and failures, their misconceptions, and sins. I am in peace now after my time of prayer and writing to you for you long for the same fountain from which I drink, the same light which illuminates my heart. Be virtuous and be holy. This is what eternity demands.