Some day, you will wish to know why. Some day, you will wish to know where I have gone, and why I have left you. You are not alone in this.
Some day, you will see the irony. I am well aware of it. I have left so many like you: some young, some old, some still sleeping in cradles, as you are now. Some in graves. Many in graves.
The worlds turn, one upon the other. Sometimes, I feel I might find one that will understand. Sometimes, I know that I will not - but I will continue my search, and to this world, I will leave behind destruction... and creation.
You.
This will mean little to you, as all my explanations will have meant little to any others. Often, they do not wish to hear them. More often still, they will not listen. I cannot fault them - they are young.
So, with you. Be young. Read this letter, when you are able. Let it anger you. Feel the pointlessness of it all, feel your own lack of understanding. Let it drive you. Seek, and seek again. Find your passion and hold it. Hate me, if you will. Revile me. Detest me. Decide that you will kill me.
Prepare yourself.
It has been some time since I had a challenge.
With all my hopes for your future, Your absent father.