To whom it may concern,

Using language as a naturally growing thing is easy to understand. That must be because it is easier to dismiss when our language is inaccurate. But using it as an instrument that we can design by our own interests, energies, and powers for our own purposes, is hard. That must be because it means language can make it easier for us to have ugly thoughts and that it only comes to that because our thoughts are ugly. So all words are made up. Words can mean anything, but a word that means everything is useless. The word “true” conceals all manner of things. That does not stop us from using it. There is true as in correct. That way is easy. But there is also true as the arrow flies, and a true friend. Those ways are harder. That the ways we use the word true are not entirely separate, and that it is not accidental, is all I wish to suggest to you on this cold and lovely morning.

The alternate title for Henry VIII is All is True. A better title no doubt, but as a mere mortal it is a statement I cannot make, a wager I cannot strike, because I cannot say everything the way Shakespeare could. Though with you, I don’t need to, and that means it is true, in all ways.

As always,

Matthew Cameron