I have neglected you, though not in mind, and am full of remorse to read you eagerly read my letters because lately there have been none. There has been much ado. As eagerly I read yours and was so pleased to be rewarded to-day, though I wonder if it is better for you not to say what you think, for I may try to think what you don't say.
Sounds promising -- your Quartet and Milhaud. It is promising. I am never sad about your future -- It will come and it will be good. Is not your present good? The present moment is the most important always, in your past and future. Have you ever realised how you are always moving like a dot along the line of your past and future? How the dot is the only real thing, the eternal thing, the eternal present. When the line is complete and the dot leaves it the past and future that you "were" is the path that the dot passed through. It is the trail it left. But the eternal dot is still there going on somewhere. The present! pinnacle upon which to always scan the past and the future. The breathing present. The mysterious breath.
But first news. I'll come back to the speculation of mysteries. I last wrote you from Belgium though perhaps you were disappointed it was only about a Canadian canoe trip. I needed that instead of giving you news I selfishly
Aldwinckle, Eric, Letter, 2 November 1944