Confessions of an Affectionate Uncle

[Tiger the Lion]

Confessions of an Affectionate Uncle

Nephew,

it now appears
that all Our efforts
to poison the fruit
have quite inadvertently
sweetened the pot.

And yes, We've had some success
in obstructing the Light,

but only to the glory of shadows
and never with a diffusion 
we could call victory.

Save yourself, Nephew.
I'll say no more.

S.

[dukealien]

S. was always very precise in his terms - wonder if he would have (with many impious imprecations but nonetheless) capitalized Light?

Also in jest:  might S. have written "delusion" rather than "diffusion?" That's what I read (too fast) first time through.

Quite delightful.  IIRC, though, in the canonical letters didn't S. end his final missive, "Yours, ravenously?"  Implying a darker fate for the nephew?  Like any great bureaucracy, that of Our Father Below consumes its failures.

[Tiger the Lion]

S. was always very precise in his terms - wonder if he would have (with many impious imprecations but nonetheless) capitalized Light? I think you're right. When I'm a 100% I'll change it

Also in jest:  might S. have written "delusion" rather than "diffusion?" That's what I read (too fast) first time through. 

Quite delightful.  IIRC, though, in the canonical letters didn't S. end his final missive, "Yours, ravenously?"  Implying a darker fate for the nephew?  Like any great bureaucracy, that of Our Father Below consumes its failures.  Maybe S. converted and is merely famished at this point?  Almost makes me want to work bread into this somewhere.

Thanks for the read and comments, Duke.

[dukealien]

 Almost makes me want to work bread into this somewhere.

Thanks for the read and comments, Duke.

Or the the Pharisee wine of "S. Proposes a Toast?"