The writer muses on the philosophical question of the existence of the soul, likening it to a Swiss captain’s prayer before battle, and observes that the recipient might be indifferent to such metaphysical inquiries. They express concern that their writing might no longer amuse the recipient due to her extensive knowledge. The writer also reflects on the character of the recipient’s grandmother, admiring her wisdom and preference for solitude over societal distractions. Finally, the writer mentions their own struggles with winter and their admiration for the recipient’s grandmother, along with a note on geopolitical changes and their own philosophical stance of enduring patience.