Hail and Greetings, My Friend Recession…
I need not ask how life finds you. Your presence is announced with boisterous fanfare by cavalcades of devotees eager to broadcast your fetid tidings from moor to hollow.
As for me, I am compelled to state that today my iron was severely tested when I learned of your effects on certain members of my family and friends. Your plagues of cynicism, sorrow, angst, and the like have vigorously jostled those whom I care deeply for, causing them to become crestfallen and dejected. I perceive that such results leave you enthralled if not saturated with giddiness and glee.
Perhaps you carry the conviction that you will in some manner cause me to relinquish my cheeriness if you are able to obliterate the successes of my brothers and sisters. It may be that you rationalize your zeal for unchecked injury to my fellow mortals as your way of bending my iron so that you can grasp some minute control over my energies and eventually render me useless.
While I acknowledge that your ability to inflict pain amongst my family and friends does enrage me without measure, it also causes the iron in me to become more refined, more aligned, more able to withstand your fiendish plays against me and mine. The very thing that you believe will weaken me will make me profoundly stronger. The more you persist, the more anchored my resolve becomes. Bring on your worst, and I will deflect your measly attempts with my best!
I am still here, my good friend.
I am still standing.
I am still laughing at you.
I am still eager to test you.
I am still the victor.
I am retribution.
I look forward to erasing you from existence.
Very truly yours,
Brian Taylor
