Who is to confirm for me the truth or probability of this, that it is only because of my literary mission that I am uninterested in all other things and therefore heartless.

Truth is always an abyss. Whatever you take from it, it is always bigger. The trial continues.

Heartless is a bit of a jump. Here’s some perspective. Your mission and its genesis is a beautiful opportunity. Your gifts of observation and sensitivity to the nuances of our world, give you a unique take. Your way with words reflects your clarity of mind. Is this thought alone not from the heart? Regardless, it’s maybe natural to feel distant when so deep in pursuit of expressing your inner truth and the human experience. May your writings inspire others, so that they may seek their own truths and experience the world through a lens not yet seen.