To once again traverse the ideas that lie between the lines giving life, passion, intensity, pain, and soul to each page is an experience that borders on the sublime, almost the beatific. To navigate the sea of emotions intertwined between verb and noun is to remember the value of human life; to draw once more in our hearts the reason why we are here in this world. Walking hand in hand with you through each chapter is to redefine what "love" is, to breathe new life into what already lives within me: love.
Sharing values and ideas with you makes me feel accompanied, helps me forget the strangeness that the world around me sometimes provokes; it reminds me once again of how marvelous, beautiful, and exquisite life can be when lived in love. But not that fantastical love that reincarnates endlessly in a corrupted modernity; rather, that love which honors us and brings us closer to the divine, to the grace of remembering that we are human, and that within that nature, we were born to love and be loved, as our Heavenly Father taught us.
Jane Eyre, thank you for each story, for each emotion and feeling you awakened in me, for each fiber of my heart your inked words managed to touch, for each tear and smile that sketched themselves upon my heart as I followed you with my eyes and my touch, for every sensation of loneliness and desolation that at times made us alike. But also, for the love you spread, even on the hardest days when I prayed to God to grant you eternal rest so you might never awaken here again, but rather become one more in the world of the eternal, the sacred, the sanctified, and the purely divine.
Thank you for being my companion once more this winter. With you, I felt not alone; with you, I felt understood in many moments. Between your lines, I felt as though they were reading me, delving into the deepest parts of my being, removing what was wrong, and planting seeds of love, joy, and bliss in its place. These seeds will give life to a new garden, greener and more fruitful than ever before, because through you, my soul has once again opened itself to feel the warmth of love. And within love, light will enter, nourishing what has been planted within me.
Thank you, Jane Eyre.