I seem to possess an unreasonable feeling of personal gladness about your existence. It's similar to the way I've felt about kitchen matches, the wooden ones that come in the cardboard box and which open like a drawer. Kitchen matches thrill me because they are more or less a fire-kit inside a coffin. And how many coffins have striking panels on both sides? An argument could be made that all matches are humble spectacles, even the flimsy ones that come in books are books of fire. I have also at times had to restrain myself from tasting paint-chips, but that is beside the point. The point is, that if I even remotely liked the expression, "You pull at my heart strings," that is what I would say to you, but I have never liked the idea of strings attached to anyone's heart, as if the heart were a marionette or worse, a tampon. I like to imagine hearts without strings. I do however think it is lovely that hearts have chambers like bed and breakfasts in England. I've never been to England so I don't really know what I'm talking about, but you do occupy some little part of my heart, some room. You don't live there, but my feeling for you has redecorated a little alcove and I sense an improvement; as if someone came in and made up the bed or swept. In any case, what I'm trying to tell you and what I should have said at the beginning of this letter, is that I spent some time, some hours, making you a wikipedia page. I listed your accomplishments and some of your happy features and I left out any unfortunate details because no matter what anyone says, I still believe there is such a thing as privacy. Since you don't have a name I simply listed you as Beloved. Unfortunately, the people at Wikipedia felt you weren't famous enough to merit a Wikipedia page, so they took the entry down. I received a confusing e-mail from them, which I answered and which was returned undeliverable in which, I tried to clarify that I was not in any way writing about Toni Morrison's excellent novel which coincidentally shares your name -Beloved, that I was indeed aware that there already were pages for both Toni Morrison and her book, nor was I trying to make light of the information super-highway or abuse wikis or pedias of any kind. I tried to explain that I just wanted you to be googleable so that you would come up, as you should come up, as a flower or vine, as an elevator, a ladder, stairs, a morning, a bird, a subject...
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