Notes and Reflections on Books and Media
by Hannah Leitheiser
"My dear, dear Twilight Sparkle,
I am not sure how to begin this, my last missive to you; I am not even sure I understand its purpose beyond knowing, deep in my heart, that I must cause it to be. For me. Letters were always special between us, even when we lived under the same roof.
So I say farewell, for the very last time, Twilight. I wish you peace, you who saved my sister. Who overthrew my enemies for me, and enriched the country I love. The pony who came to me, in the depths of my greatest failure, and loved me so fearlessly that the very Sun was moved...
Good-bye, my Faithful Student." - Eternal, device heretic
A sadness follow the passage of time. This book began with Twilight in middle age -- her friends going off in their own directions, her life more and more business, and I suppose I'm somewhere around there myself. Time seems to be going by so quickly lately. I know that generally that's a good thing -- it means I'm mostly happy.
The Creator designed the universe poorly, I think, in that even in our peace, the passage of time must have haunting echoes. Or perhaps I am just not old enough yet to have gained acceptance.