By Elisabeth Lasch-Quinn Letter-writing and kindred practices that involve at least a minimal degree of contemplation, even if it is only the momentary breath before folding, sealing, stamping, addressing, and mailing a real letter, can remind someone of nothing less than the existence and importance of the inner life. They are emanations, indications, signs of an inner existence that is paradoxically the only pathway to any real connection with another person. Horace Pippin, Interior, 1944 If that’s all such practices were-signs of an inner life-maybe one would not need to worry unduly about the demise of any particular ones. The Read more