To Whom It May Concern,

I am not the kind of person who finds much pleasure in routine. To live my every day as similar as the day just gone seems nonsensical to me, and not the good kind of nonsensical. So much is happening in the world and in each moment something beautiful is unfolding. Terrible beauty is something that has occurred to me recently. There is much to understand about, for instance, choosing the better of two evils. There is a beauty to each moment and sometimes it is impossible to escape the awful moments. That doesn't make them any less beautiful. This, I find every day in the news.

My first lecture begged the question, "What is Journalism?". The responses were fairly curious. Philip Graham, the publisher of The Washington Post, responded fairly poetically, in my opinion, as he explained that "Journalism is the first rough draft of history." American historian and novelist Edward Eggleston claimed that "Journalism is organised gossip." There seemed to be no wrong answer, and, consistent with the repeated notion that I was already a journalist, I wondered how I would answer that question.

Steal back to my first paragraph for a moment and I have derived that, at this moment, on this day, at such a time in my life, journalism to me, is capturing the beautiful moments. And that, I could do every single day for the rest of my life.