There is not only one margin. Life is a series of endless margins. Those letters on margins know nothing about what is off the margin; they know nothing about how it rolls there. Some of them are in the shadow and most of them live in the middle of nowhere.

Even though it is a mess, they got used to it. They were born in it. They even think it is the same everywhere else. They feel there are alienated if they don't go through the same mess over and over everyday. When a letter tells others what they go through is not natural or healthy, they criticize it and accuse it of being arrogant, and they even try to erase it off the whole page. They never experienced or even saw how off-margin letters are aligned in an almost everlasting way.

Ironically, some of the off-margin letters do not know there is a margin at all. They just think the way it goes ,where they are sprinkled, is the peak of perfection.

Going back to the endless series of margins, it is really deplorable that most of the letters on the margin have no idea where they are, or let us say they always brag they are off the margin, in reality they are not. They think they were written to be scattered all over the place that way, this is how it is supposed to be for them. Thus, their standards of being there on the page got distorted; they have no problem of being located there on the page margin although they even don’t know where they are.

When reality jolts them every now and then, they start looking around. Sometimes they glimpse the borders that split them out of the page, it pops up in their minds that they saw a real page, but then they push those “diabolic” thoughts out of their heads and go back to their own margins. Most of the time they are even afraid to have such an “ungodly” feeling that they live on a miserable margin, they cannot even unleash it to themselves, their own ears will be shocked, their own tongues wouldn’t believe they said it. They just don’t want to get in troubles, they just want to be dissipated there peacefully.

Some letters are responsible of keeping the other ones away from the page borders, keeping them away from the vicinity of light; it is their main goal to keep them there in the shadow or in the dark. Those letters benefit from the chaos of those they fence in. They are not afraid of them leaving though. Still it is the end of the world if a letter sneaked out and passed the borders of the margin to get light back with him. To live in peace, most of the letters don’t try to pass and get a torch back with them. They standstill, waiting for the “Guardians’ ” directions. Their monitored paths are lit up, they cannot deviate from it. Most of those who get on the go, pass the borders, and see how it is drastically different, in a positive way though, cannot adapt to it. They just get their stupid needs and instincts fulfilled, then they head back willingly to the margin they came from, with no light. Few of them don’t, because they had dreamt of and drawn the real page in their minds before they arrived in it, they just settle down and get aligned as they always wanted to be.

Let the “Guardian” letters and those which want to be on the margin rest in peace….