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// Letter 1: Twilight Sparkle 
// Story: Aporia 
// by Oliver 
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Dear Princess Celestia.

I thought of writing a detailed report on how this day went, and everything I learned, and I will certainly be doing so, but I feel this would not convey what really happened very well. It would also take me more time than I actually have today, because I’m insisting on sending Spike to bed right after he sends this letter, it’s way too late already. I have no end of things to tell you about and show you, but while they are all exciting, they are not what’s truly important.

Not everything I learn about friendship are lessons. Some things are merely questions I don’t have an answer for. I have it in the most direct firsthoof experience possible, that friendship is a powerful force, and is therefore as real as anything. And yet, the moment you stop believing in it, it can disappear, and that, too, is something I have experienced, and it was only your timely intervention that saved me that day. Real things don’t do that.

I have no solution to this contradiction, other than to call into question what I thought to be axioms – what does it really mean to be real? A question I would have previously considered perfectly nonsensical, or at least, stupid, turns out to be one of the most complicated questions I have encountered.

Hoping for your invaluable advice,

Your most faithful student,
Twilight Sparkle.