My dearest Alexander, my only grandchild who hasn't been corrupted by modern liberalism, or by elitist academic pursuit, or by political correctness, or by cultural relativism - my only remaining relative with a shred of hope and a chance for true success. You are now becoming a man, shedding the chrysalis of childhood, of ignorance. I hope this letter will inspire you to reconsider the world you find yourself in, and to make profitable decisions in the near future. I intend to tell you the truth, as best I can, about what matters, and about the world as I have come to know it, and about the wisdom I have gained through my experiences. You, Alexander, hold the key to your own salvation. I aim to make this key more visible, more accessible. Freedom and power are just at your eager finger tips, just within your reach. I was once a boy, like you, as strange as that may seem, but I have very few remaining memories from that era. In hindsight I have realized it was of little importance. I was a young and naive idealist, yet I espoused fate rather than free will. But the world is indifferent toward the destiny of mortals such as you and I. It is through a divine source, which enshrines the judgement and guidance we so desperately crave, that we may harness our gift of free will, and utilize it to our ultimate advantage. You see, my beloved Alexander, I have lived a long and purposeful life, but this saga could have been shrewdly derailed at any moment, especially during my late adolescent years, the crucial period you are now faced with.