They Spoke of many things, but never of me...
There is this new emotion brewing inside me. I don't like it. It's not anything I am used to. I think, I think it is fear.
Two brilliant men stood at the head of their ships. They stubbornly argued raising their voices loud enough to be carried across the sea by the wind.
"Do you not see the waves in turmoil? I feel the shifting plates deep in my soul and it frightens me. I know of her madness. There is no calculation to her insanity. How can you believe that there is Life after her?"
He was an old Irish philosopher who retired to the blue of the ocean. His red beard was once one of his significant attributes until the fierce grip of cruel events took it away from. After that, there was no reason to stay in civilization when he felt that he had lost himself. There had to be away that he could rediscover who he was to be.
"How can you believe it does! Don't fool yourself old man, there is more genius to her insanity than you think! Can you hear me old man? Do you not find it peculiar that the two most brilliant men in the world should find themselves sinking with one another?...especially when we have never met before and came to the end on different ships!"
The handsome young Britt, egotistical as he may be, was the driving force of his generation. His vision, his teachings, his sculpting of idea was all met with worship among his peers.
"You are a severe pessimist, old man!"
He was absolutely convinced that there was order in the world. You see, this was a battle of the greatest story teller. They were used to saying, and knowing, what the people want to hear. They will speak mythologies, religion and leadership without any sincerity. It was to be loved by the people, it was to be the word. "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." Their strive was to be God.
To Continue...
Yeah, right!
Two brilliant men stood at the head of their ships. They stubbornly argued raising their voices loud enough to be carried across the sea by the wind.
"Do you not see the waves in turmoil? I feel the shifting plates deep in my soul and it frightens me. I know of her madness. There is no calculation to her insanity. How can you believe that there is Life after her?"
He was an old Irish philosopher who retired to the blue of the ocean. His red beard was once one of his significant attributes until the fierce grip of cruel events took it away from. After that, there was no reason to stay in civilization when he felt that he had lost himself. There had to be away that he could rediscover who he was to be.
"How can you believe it does! Don't fool yourself old man, there is more genius to her insanity than you think! Can you hear me old man? Do you not find it peculiar that the two most brilliant men in the world should find themselves sinking with one another?...especially when we have never met before and came to the end on different ships!"
The handsome young Britt, egotistical as he may be, was the driving force of his generation. His vision, his teachings, his sculpting of idea was all met with worship among his peers.
"You are a severe pessimist, old man!"
He was absolutely convinced that there was order in the world. You see, this was a battle of the greatest story teller. They were used to saying, and knowing, what the people want to hear. They will speak mythologies, religion and leadership without any sincerity. It was to be loved by the people, it was to be the word. "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." Their strive was to be God.
To Continue...
Yeah, right!