Beloved, write your soul upon electronic paper. Never mind the critics and the naysayers, the unbelievers and the hypocrites. Your soul is silk. Your road is winding and ethereal. You wing up towards the sun and die into the moonlight.
You write for your brothers and sisters in chains and freedom. Never mind your audience. It is only a mirrored passage into more and more freedom.
Keep up the good work of truth telling. We need you on this earth.