-The Embodiment of My Avarice-

   It's hard to put into words, expecially in the artistic manner that I desire, what I experienced tonight. There was depth in a shallow man that, while it may not have touched him, has greatly effected me. Revelation always seems to come in the most unlikley of places through the most unlikley of sources.
   Tonight I felt embarassed for doing something that I believed to be right. I was thought a fool when I knew what I was doing. On top of that I came face to face with the cynicism that I so clearly rely upon for survival and was appalled by it.
   When you come face to face with what you fight daily to not become, how do you respond? Do you ignore it or do you observe and correct? Is it possible to supress the Beast?
   I had planned to write something profound. I had planned to just write what I'm feeling towards the whole ordeal, and that is what it has become. Instead I offer this and challenge you to do the same:

In the face of Avarice present an offering of Charity.
In the face of Wrath present a heart of Compassion.

-Antigone-

Dearest Antigone-
   It seems like ages since we last spoke and an eternity since I last felt your embrace. Since we parted I have been unable to think of anything but you. Oh what calamity has befallen me that would cause me to now loathe that which I could not live without? I feel as a prisoner must; but how much worse is this fate? To be surrounded by the beauty of the sea and to be unable to share it with you. Each night I search for signs of you in this vast expanse. I turn my head towards the stars and imagine you staring at the same shimmering sky as I.
   No longer do I dream of unseen destinations and no longer do I desire to understand all that is to be understood on these untamed seas. I will gladly surrender this life for you. For all that I once loved and yearned for have now, in comparison to your beauty and grace, become a plague upon my heart and soul. With each passing moment I pray in an ever increasing fashion that we swiftly conduct our buisness and that I am able to once again return to your embrace.

My Dear, pray as I do for God sent winds and Angel's wings that I might speed home to you.

-The Flip Side-

   We met there once. In a world of haze and darkness we found light. We drifted those streets and stumbled down each alley with confidence that we would find our way to the sea. While I cannot recall the specifics of that evening I know that what we shared was beyond all description and all comparison. I am sure we lamented the time lost and laughed about the days to come. In the dark labyrinth that now consumes my mind I find soliace in the knowledge that what we shared will stick with us well beyond this morning and the day to follow. Despite the trials and turbulent seas that await us rest easy knowing that my thoughts dwell on you, and while we may never meet again I shall save you a seat on that old park bench in the hopes that we will once again meet... on the flip side.