It was weird. I had written this letter in my head thousands of times, but this time, as the pen kissed the paper, my hand faltered.
This letter would change everything. It would change the way We interacted with the world. It would change the way We thought about conflict.

I had stumbled upon this secret accidently, and at first I kept it to myself. Afterall, who was I to decide who gets this information?

Like I said, this was stuff to change the world.

And, like I said, I didn’t ask for this responsibility, but what could I do? I would feel guilty everytime I watched the six o’clock news, otherwise.

So, I forced myself to continue… Dear whomever it may concern, there is a cure for war…