An open letter to the Supernatural Team

Dear Supernatural Team,

sorrow arises my heart hearing that your talented, openhearted and hard working team must face such resentment by some commentators in the social media. Please accept my maxima mea culpa, I can only offer some comforting words in “weired” English as for my native tongue is used too babble in German.

I would like to thank you for the beautiful hours you gave and are still offering, hours full of suspense, tragedy and an exceptional brotherly companionship played by two remarkable actors. Once unknown to each other and now chosen brothers by heart.

But these two talented actors couldn't have done such a extremely good job without your words, your imagination, your humor, your knowledge, your courage to illustrate in an artificial world a constant reality of hope, love and understanding.

“Saving people, hunting things” a chorus we all can sing, knowing whatever evil shall come are brothers will conquer not by strength just by the pure bound of familiarly love and trust.

Love such a small lightly and excessively spelled word has been degraded in are modern days, to be slated as a false friend for the unfulfilled illusions of a lost generation. A generation searching for boundaries, principles and sincerity. A generation used to get everything but only gaining emptiness, hollow words and cheap slogans.

Tolerance, love, benevolence and generosity are attributes of men, but also ignorance, envy and destruction.

A person may choose as he will.

The human Will a fragile idea invisible merged between causes and consequences. So you have taught us, the causes are seldom seen only the brutal consequences are witnessed.

Sadly to say I personally noticed that are modern fast living society has lost its ability to acknowledge the logical quantities of causes and accepts only one easy believable cause as a solution for the momentum.

Consequences are being culturally denied, therefore to accept a different view is irrelevant.

I'm right, therefore I am.

“Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.”

Martin Luther King Jr.

This marvelous man warned us, but his words have been blown out of the way lost in time only to be collected when needed by egos.

Your extraordinary scripts showed the viewer that there is more to the eye then despaired house wifes, diaries of dicks or our daily artificial TV police shows solving scripted political correct murders.

Dialogs are of no use anymore only what the eye thinks it sees, is real. The ear once a useful tool registered the softly pronounced nuance in a spoken language are now reserved for the Justin Bibers of our time.

No time for Poe, Shelly or Lovecraft no time for poetry; a Hallmark Card will do. Greek mystics are reduced now to half naked men and sexy women. Not the tragedy of Medea or Ulysses; flawed humans fighting desperately against ultimate egoist Gods; knowing that Hades is waiting and the Faiths already know by the beginning the ending.

Even though the ancient Greek actors wore masks and there was no setting or preps the audiences were enthusiastic, the spoken word was the action and the not spoken the enigma to solve.

English modernized by Francis Bacon now the beacon of the spoken word Shakespeare opened the veil to a new universe of love and tragedy, the plebs applauds furiously and the renown nobility hides there emotions behind masks feared to be disguised whispering “by the prickle of my thumb something wicked this way comes / Open locks Whoever knocks...”

“If there's a key, then there has to be a lock.” Thank you for such profound logic, even now years later I'm still laughing at this scene and thanks to Jareds acting, it sounded so natural and by logic natural clumsy.

But the best of all were the Leviathans a modern day social study. I loved Dick Roman, a monster portrayed as a modern successful wealthy business man, the so called mainstream media, or the real-estate lady killing the mom and pops stores and showing what modified food does to the health. WOW what a courage to point the real and existing flaws of our modern society. I owe you my deepest respects for such guts, showing the ugliness of our world in such a easy manner.

All in all I can only hope and pray that the ignorant illusionist lose there annoying loudness and the silent sweet voices arise strengthened by love and appreciation by such talented team as you are and conquer by admiration!

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand

How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep - while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allen Poe

All I can do is bow and say danke schön for the lovely hours

Sincerely 

Daisy