Letters to Franz Kafka

My dear one, I thought I had lost you as my amanuensis,
but here you are again.

Be not sad: I'll tell you what my heaven is like--
nothing that I had imagined when I was alive.

It seems as though the amount of sadness on earth
is balanced by content here:
I can conjure up those I love; leave behind others at will.

Those things that I want are near at hand and I can see you on earth,
but can't effect anything there.

My son is ever present and he is wonderful--we both watch you and hope you will
do what has to be done.

We rejoice when you are happy.