Salé, July 25, 1934

My dear friend,

We barely met each other yesterday and I already rush to write you today to express my feelings towards you ever since the moment our souls encountered each other. I will be frank, my friend and will hide nothing others would not avow in the first stages of friendly contact. I find in you someone who shares my vision of life and confirms my conception of life's criteria as well as the images it invokes. I was not one of those that believe that friendly feelings are engraved spontaneously into the heart at first sight or the first encounter. That is until last night when we got to know each other and got engaged in an interesting conversation. You remained present in my memory and we promised each other that our two bodies will from now on will host the same soul. Let us therefore march together. We will traverse mountains and valleys since life itself is a succession of highs and lows.

Yesterday's conversation and that of this evening were about the myth of one who climbs the heights of the firmament, without giving the slightest attention to the ascension because he is in search for something other than the sky. We have traveled a long road, covering a great distance to come closer together, in the noblest sense of the expression. I felt your heartbeat and became aware that you were an anonymous being in a world dominated by indolence and apathy. You deal with infinitely profound ideas without finding an external alter ego to support your reflections and abundant feelings. Feelings which seek in vain a way out but are condemned in the end to remain hidden in your heart. I see your perplexity and despair of life which retrains you in its mesh with its suite of conflicts and contradictions. Each detail incites you to raise new questions to which you immediately submit to a merciless judgement. A whirlwind takes over your mind while you try to sense various experiences in a world in turmoil. You give the impression that this whirlwind is the bridge to safety for men whose minds aspire for refuge in the bowels of the earth without having access there to inquire about the development processes therein.

Now, that I see your inquietude, your agitated and haggard thoughts, not knowing which direction to turn to, I have only one wish to send you: from a fellow unfortunate companion, because I too love the same type of vertigo which seizes the mind when it seeks the truth. Let us help each other, my friend, to overcome the obstacles that crop up in front of us with confidence and total serenity. The environment in which we live reeks with odors of ignorance and obligations to do what is against our will. However when the day arrives to wish to undertake some act, our conscience will deal a terrific blow to our sensibleness. It is in our interest to be endowed with a mind that thinks, which moves from one unknown to the next to engage all efforts to save our souls. For otherwise we risk getting lost in this world buffeted by waves, difficult to grasp and incomprehensible. Save us! Save us! And may out friendship be a refuge to us and confirm our will to face life's trials with courage and determination. Let us march together until we reach the crossroad that distinguishes those who envision a life through a mind clear from all fanciful uncertainties and who have decided resolutely to pursue their march in spite of others. I will guarantee dear friend, that we will no longer feel neither hesitation nor nostalgia for those such as I have felt for on many occasions and who now haunt us.

I do not wish to be too verbose in this first letter so in conclusion I want to whisper in your ear that our thoughts are one and the same. I end this letter with the wish to establish a regular correspondence between us which will serve as a depository in which we can record the spiritual rebellions that inspire us.

Receive from your friend a warm greeting from the bottom of his heart.