Dear Notch, 

You've only been in this world a few days, and you already have so much done. The look in your eyes says that you give me the credit for this, but I know that I was only bowing to your ideas- creating the stone and trees, the grass and mobs, all names that you've given to your own thoughts. You're exploring your own world, shaping it without even my ability to control the coding- but to look at you, it would seem as if you see no difference. I wouldn't be able to do what I was watching you do earlier, to shape pieces of a tree into something entirely new, and to use that to make other items of your own imagination.

Today, your biggest creation was the water, and you seemed so content to just play in it. I dread the day when I'll have to show you this, because I know it will upset you, but it will have to be done at some point. You have, too, invented the sword; you use it to fend for yourself in finding food instead of relying on me. I'm actually rather proud of you and your ability to be almost a god of your own.

Just, as you're reading this, be warned; not everything lasts forever. Change is inevitable. You're so eager to create your own change that it seems to pass over your head that not everything is within your control... or even mine. This coding has a mind of its own, Notch, and something will happen. Sooner or later. But until then, I plan to let you enjoy yourself.

                                                                                        Love,
                                                                                             Steve