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Writing to Big Names can be disappointing, I agree. And it’s enough to swear off fan-letter writing for good if we expect replies from celebrities who are inundated with mail, tweets, videos, what-have-you.

But I believe that like Whitman’s noiseless patient spider, we’re all spinning our threads, throwing our precious words out and hoping they’ll catch somewhere. In the process, we get better at spinning (although it doesn’t seem like it at the time). And eventually, the threads catch . By that time, either we’re too hard to ignore or we’ve learnt to appreciate the right things.

What seems like an act of futility could really be an exercise in self discovery.

Thanks for taking the time to craft a response. :)

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