You must realize that those who would dampen your ardor cannot penetrate to the burning spirit that fuels your soul.
To the gracious seers who look beyond the caprices of Nature, you are an estimable man, unique in all the world. You are different from the rest of your fellow men in outward appearance. What of it? A cruel twist of fate has, as ever, without explanation, without partiality, bestowed upon you an aspect of uncommon singularity. Of course, those second looks of disbelief that passersby cast in your direction afflict you, terribly so. Have I not continually stood by you, infusing into your stubborn, despairing spirit that even seeming physical comeliness is in no fashion the complete measure of a man?
Surely you are aware that all in our little community adore you for the compassionate, generous man that you are, notwithstanding those few miscreants who make an excessive display of incredulity over your special gifts. What else would you have me call them? Cretins? Blackguards? You have transcended the mediocrity of pedestrian society by elevating yourself to the level of benefactor to the poor in spirit, this through the office of truest humility in devoted service to the disadvantaged.
Do not permit yourself to wallow in self-pity over a thing so trivial as an arresting physiognomy that you, on the whole, have not previously permitted to stand in the way of your beneficent acts. You are a child of the Universe and will, in perpetuity, grace all animate creation by the constancy of your expansive, nurturing goodness.
You, my very soul, are a beautiful man.
