Québécois version of the Afrikaner de la Rey song?

Thanks, James, for sending this to me.

Thanks, Zack, and everyone else who signed the card and came to La Conner. It was the pleasantest of surprises.

We are those who will association.

Is there any Right for We to be?

No. It is simply done; an action varying in degree of violence against those who do not or will not associate.

We are not Them. But this does not mean our will to associate is against Them, although the will to associate is always against something. What We are against is something calling us nothing. What We are against defines us, though we may be against it.

Diseases are the names of the asssociations that fight it. We will be no longer when We take the right to be from the disease. Then We will be something like it was something. And it will be nothing like We are nothing. In those days afer the End, only the delight of memories of suffering will keep us together, reminiscing on the stoop under the twilight.

And night will fall again, the darker our isolation the deeper into the house of Right We will be. And in that house, which all have access to, we will clamour around the furniture, our memories the hard spots of former leisures. All will seek. But there will be some who in the darkness will despair - throwing memories at those who are all just ghosts to them. But then there will be those who will seek a hand. They will themselves not into further isolation, but unto association. In memory of those who confronted the Night before, We will emerge.

We who are emerging the house of Right, will risk in our errors to will repitition. We will repeat life under the light of day with our appeals made unto that living Hope whose being is our object.