The beauty about addressing one’s words to someone whose name is not given, and whose character is well hidden in the contents of the letter, is that you can say all you want to that person – bare all your truest thoughts, and no one will know what the hell you are talking about. They can only guess, and whatever guesses they make will never be as certain as the thoughts that swivel in your head. You give them a glimpse of your soul but the never a view of the whole – that is too dangerous, and people might think all sorts of things about you which you don’t want them to. And isn’t it all so liberating! To reveal to everyone who you really are, but know at the same time that you safe behind a veil; that your secrets though released, still require a great deal of deciphering, and only those to whom you have addressed your letter shall be able to decipher them.