I acting as your stenographer, bring you now to the setting of our meeting. Where a sun drenched fairground of play and work love each other with the passion of thunder and lightning. Enter our hero, a villain half the world over. And our hero’s villain, a hero half the world over. Next to each other they have come. Upon sitting down they look into each others eye’s then join in laughter. Call one Leo, he who opens with speech of a silver tongue. And call the other Duran, whose words catch the wings of doves.
L: Does thou sit upon this stone to enlighten my heart, or does though pray for a grand weight to collide with my spirits?
D: I come for no such wishas is your latter inquiry. I instead deliver a wish from my own heart.
L: A wish of good fortune you say is what you bring me, yet time and time again we have battled for the soul of one who goes it alone. Requesting nothing of us, but fair weather and safe passage. So I ask thee, what is it in your wish that bode for me well?
D: Nothing but time from a precious source of wellspring such as yourself. A wise man, worldly and just. I come with no quarrel in my step. Walk to the sand with me, to the edge of the ocean, so we may cool our hot feet. My sun beats down on us ever so mercilessly.
L: Step to the water with you I shall, and might you then tell me true the nature of your visit to this middle ground. This place where I visit a many happy child of ours.
D: Behold there is a silence in this place. For all listen to our speech, though there eyes may be turned so sharply to the opposite direction. Yet there ear’s are tuned into our word’s as if they’re very life may depend upon what speech we deliver.
L: Does it not though, has it not eternally been our sight which determines there’s. For the ears do not placate trick’s done upon it like the eye. For the eye is easily fooled when it absences cunning. A cunning and hopeful wish it is matters not, for the ear can only receive sound. So I ask, my eyes know your tricks, but my ears, better they are to receive you.
D: There is no tricks that I bring you. Shall I show you the depths of the sea, shall I show you the heights of the mountains, would these be deception?
L: Your tricks are no fancier than mine. Shall I show you the pit of darkness, or the clear sky of forgiveness, will though believe these images, lest they be only inside the heart or the soul?
D: I know-est though, for what you show me can not be mistaken for anything less than what I have made myself. Under which exists all things. I know the love you make for I made the Earth from which it has filled.
L: So you say, but many a soul have cursed your gifts. Deeming them fit only for your use and no one else. have I not built great city’s and fruitful empires by that which you have thrown away? And have I not created love where you have removed my heart?
D: Yes you have done these things but from the bottom of my heart I say they were not meant to be done, and yes you have made good buisness, but profit alone does not make love.
L: Oh but surely you jest. As the richest among all, who value, his wealth and sees thee only as a consort and never a companion. I have seen the happiness you have denied so many and it has brought them to my doorstep. And if true they have come, then open my door I will. And clothe them, and feed them and adorn there heart and spirit with riches of desire. So, how do I stand to you? As one who gives strength to the weak, and hope to the hopeless.
D: You stand as my equal, you have never been below my sight. And these that you feed, have they not also eaten from my cupboard as well. One of yours, who defaces my walls with art, did I not also create the canvass for with which they work on?
L: So you speak in context, and yes you may have created these thing’s in a breath, but purpose for art it was given not. Do you fear thee? For while though has answered my question with a question, and I in good faith have answered it. Why now then don’t you bring me a qualified reason for which you enter into debate with me? Have I not given thee enough love on this day?
D: Your tongue and whit is as sharp as ever, any who say otherwise are mistaken. I came not seeking love, but if you would want to give I would not be above taking some. What brought me from my seat was a lust, a lust and a yearning to see what wide ocean you call the pain of all. The hollow cannot be filled on this day. Something is amiss in the garden of good and evil. Many a child of mine is lost and they know not what has brought them there.
L: Truer words you have not spoken though I have a query for you as well. So many a man and women has come to my door, crying pout , NO! Bellowing from the very deepest fiber of there being for revenge. Wronged they feel they have been by the all father. What say you to this? For how am I to fill the pain and replace the loss? The line outside my gates grows with every passing moment?
D: I see these, but I have also been unfortunately burdened by the weary and saddened who feel they have been done in by your hand my friend. So as one comes to you one comes to me. Do you press upon me a need to explain this, or do you see what I see?
L: I see this I see it as clear as day.
Our converse’s take leave of each other now. Throwing up hands of exasperation. The futility of trying to reach one another proving frustrating at best. One may hope from there talk’s that things may change, but a wiser one among us knows the trouble lies in that. They simply do not agree.
