Dear Mr. Hamilton,
I am writing to you today to thank you for the enormous value and sense of life you have bestowed upon me during these 7 months and beyond from when I first started reading the Neothink literature. As I am writing this I am still so very curious as to why I have been one of the chosen ones. I know of a few reasons, but the biggest one of all and there is one that I’m sure that this is one you hold very dear to your heart: I have never let the child of the past resign to accept the irrational anti-civilization. Even though I didn’t know at the time or care, something inside me knew that I eventually would come across the answers that I now know, answers that I know many other searchers out there like me are desperate for.
Before Neothink I was blindly following what I thought to be “the plan”, or as I like to call it now the path to destruction laid out by the anti-civilization for every single human being to travel upon until their deaths. Up until now I thought that someday I would find my niche, or a certain way I could be very successful using the talents I had. Now that I know the truth, which wasn’t easy to accept at first, “the plan” was always the hoax I thought it was, and I am free to finally and truly do with my life that I have always meant to do with it and feel great about it at the same time!
There is something I would like to give to you Mr. Hamilton. That is a gift of a vision that I had just a few nights ago. I had a dream that many people and many cars and trucks were getting ready, ready to go into battle with the anti-civilization. And in this dream they were all in water, a secret pipeline deep underground that only we knew about. After a certain amount of time, there was a decision that the water be turned on to full blast to allow all the people and cars and trucks to be carried up and into the world by a big wave. In that wave, I was charged with hanging onto a certain individual, for I was alone as well and swimming on my own. When all of the cars and trucks and people came out of the pipeline and up into the world, it took the world by storm and was very successful. At one point in time, a leader of the group, whom I didn’t recognize, got very nervous and asked where the person was that I was in charge of holding on to. That leader said that the mission could not be a success without that person, because he was one of the key characters in the movement. I said that I lost him during the wave and that he was swimming on his own. The leader accepted that and told the group that he would probably make it on his own. I, however, decided to double check to make sure he didn’t drown in the wave. Sure enough, when I ran back into the water in the pipeline that person was desperately trying to swim and not doing so well. So I swam and I swam, the hardest I had ever in my life, using all my strength and will to save this person, almost drowning myself in the process. But I held on, and I brought him up to get some air. He wasn’t breathing, so as I was carrying him, an almost instinctual process made me pound on his back while carrying him to get all the water out of his lungs. When he finally was able to breathe, I fell to my knees, set him down, and starting feeling instant joy, and an almost unbearable sense of relief. I believe that the reason I had this vision is because I was meant to see that we all have to feel that sense of joy from saving people from the anti-civilization, from saving that child of the past in not only ourselves but others as well. That will be our saving grace, that person I saved in that vision was the child of the past. We will earn the hearts and minds of everyone by bringing back that child of the past that has so longed to create, to prosper, to play, to imagine big things and then make them happen.
I have been one of your apprentices for a year now, but during that time I have learned amazing things and one of them has been to really get down to the essence of things, one of them being getting down to the essence of people’s intentions. Being that as it may, I have begun to know you and your father almost at a personal level which has many benefits to me and my family as well as I live by your example. I have seen what love your father, Frank R. Wallace, has put into raising you. His was a perfect love that created one of the world’s premier geniuses of today, you, Mark Hamilton. Indeed that love at first totally astounded me and I realized how his intentions worked to blend the love of business with the business of love to incorporate both with his family and business. To that effect, I was inspired and decided to write a poem entitled “Puzzle Builder” to honor your dear departed father.
The father looks upon his 6 year old son his heart swelling with pride.
Seeing himself as he was younger and seeing through his own eyes.
How time passes so quickly when you are young and feel alive,
He thought, and what really matters is how you feel inside.
“What are you building there son?” the father asked with a curious voice.
Remembering back to his younger days with his father made this time
Even more enjoyable with his own son.
And the son replied, “A puzzle, dad, with a choo-choo that makes lots of noise.”
“But I can’t find one piece; it seems to be missing somewhere.”
A chance to teach a lesson leapt into his mind, and each chance
we get to teach ones turns into valuable time.
“Are you sure you’ve looked of all places, even in your hair?”
With that, the father bent over, and reached his hand over his son’s head,
Revealing the puzzle piece that eluded his dear son, laying in his hand instead.
His son’s face became elated to the finding at the missing piece right before him,
And to this he said, “It was just an illusion you see, and the world is filled with more of them.”
Over the years as his son grew and became the vision he dreamed of,
the father reflected how great the world will be because of his little puzzle builder,
How great his puzzle builder would feel by building those values,
And he knew then that his mission was complete, the father had
Become the son and the son had become the father.
I am eternally thankful for all the wonderful values you have given me and my family.