From: <GungadinLewis@aol.com>
To: <info@stellarimages.com>
Subject: Mark Phillips -- good work, sir.
Date: Tuesday, October 16, 2001 10:14 AM

Dear Mr. Phillips:

Hello. I have been looking at your photograph of the smoke, and the face that 
is seen in it. You recorded something that is truly amazing.
     When I first saw the picture, I was absolutely terrified. That is saying 
a great deal. I have not led a sheltered life by any means, and after having 
survived the experiences of the past 48 years I have lived, it takes a great 
deal to rattle my cage. I didn't think anything could astonish me anymore. On 
September 11, as I sat before my television set watching the horror of the 
towers crumbling, I was numb with grief, but I was not surprised, because I 
already knew America was not safe and that the world can be a violent, cruel 
place. But when I saw the photo of the face in the smoke weeks later -- to 
say it was a surprise is an understatement.
     I am a novelist, and I write about evil as a spiritual entity because 
certain experiences had led me to believe that there was such a thing, though 
I had no concrete proof. Sometimes I felt like I was asking readers to 
believe in something that did not exist . . . in my weak moments, I felt that 
maybe I was a little bit nuts to think that evil could function in that way, 
and I was prepared to abandon the idea that if we can acknowledge that evil 
exists, then we can set about finding a way to fight it more effectively than 
we have in the past. Well . . . your photograph took care of that doubt of 
mine. Knowing that something is real gives one an advantage. We've gone 
through 5,000 years of recorded human history punching away at phantoms and 
disabled by the thought that maybe we're fighting something that exists only 
in our heads. I would say that your photo proves that the aforementioned 
something exists outside of our heads. That is a start. Maybe in another 
5,000 years we'll find a way to conquer that something.
     Thanks for the good work, Mr. Phillips.
Debra Lewis
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