I write this to a boy of four. I write this to a boy whose future I have seen. I want him to know that soon the fear will descend. The chaos of his mind will manifest itself in his life. The rage and hate that are planted in his heart by the god of fear will begin to choke him and tangle him in vines only he can cut. I write this to a boy who must decide if he will have the heart to survive it. I write to a boy who must accept his own thoughts before he can tell them to others. I write this to a boy who must weather the storm to lead to the light.