1.0Birth, Death & Imaginationhttps://www.louisfcuffari.com/memoirLouis F. Cuffarihttps://www.louisfcuffari.com/memoir/author/louisfcuffari/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="o6dHzxCIIH"><a href="https://www.louisfcuffari.com/memoir/2010/08/rivendell-on-the-mind/">Rivendell on the Mind</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.louisfcuffari.com/memoir/2010/08/rivendell-on-the-mind/embed/#?secret=o6dHzxCIIH" width="600" height="338" title="“Rivendell on the Mind” — Birth, Death & Imagination" data-secret="o6dHzxCIIH" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); /* ]]> */ </script> I wrote a letter to a dear friend many years ago. Intentions of this notion are remembered as if yesterday, although the detailed context may always remained out of focus. The solo connection to our past required a final idea, an attempt of communication despite the fact those words would never be read. I sealed […]