TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN

To whom it may concern: I'm free with my ideas, away from any court or any judge. My free ideas with my free imagination make me fly above the world just like a bird. Someone tried to shoot me once, but I learned how to fly higher and out of reach from any rifle.  Now I see even farther and my gaze grasps every detail on the land below:  people, trees, animals, meadows, woods and rivers. I can even reach the coast with my powerful sight. Whenever I get tired I let myself flow down with the wind, hovering near a mountain peak until I feel like resting on a rock.

But I was talking about my ideas and imagination, not about the flight of a bird. Or perhaps the bird's soaring and plunging in the air is the way my ideas and imagination take real life and perhaps we're talking about the same thing with a double dimension. You never know. Is there still another invisible realm where they can roam about? Who knows.
To whom it may concern: I freed myself from any attempt to make you see my worldviews or landscapes, it's better you take your time to find out who you are and where you are. Are you able to fly or maybe you like running through the wilderness like a lion or a rabbit? Or perhaps you love the lonely walks about your city among the crowds, or being the one leading the people to redemption or deliverance? Take your time and find out before is too late. Don't let yourself been taken by fate. That's all I can say to you my friend.
To whom it may concern: There was a time I didn't belive in anything that haven't been proved by either reason or science, I was a perfect human machine making clear and well-defined ideas, and of course, I didn't allow my imagination messing around with my life. 
It was all like a perfect mirror with no scratches, but something went wrong after a while. None of my friends fitted into the mold, none of students followed the pattern, none of my family understood my clear-cut beliefs; so I gave up being so uptight after a serious nervous breakdown and went back to my old wrinkled and wiggled self, full of mistakes and improvisations and misunderstandings. Don't be so fool as to pretend you are the best. Let yourself be like a bird floating in the wind of life, soaring and plunging as the need arises, learning how to navigate all the time.