Letters to Caroline

The First

Dearest Caroline,

For long, I've been studying the works of the likes of Maxwell and Faraday. In short, they are the scaffolding upon which modern physics is built. Night after night, I've dedicated much time in the laboratories of my institution, under the great care of my professors. I've learned and taught the methods of science to my peers. I've sponsored the growth of logic among our people.

It feels meaningless. It is all in vain. What I have witnessed... I can hardly describe.

Read no further if you are not alone. This matter must remain entirely confidential among us. I must share this with someone, or I risk madness. Bear with me.

Remember the summers we spent together, when you enlightened me with the stories of the ancient people of Greece and Rome? I recall one such day where you were telling me a tale:

'They had gods for almost every aspect of life, such as love, knowledge, and-'

I cut you off rudely.

'Caroline, I fail to understand why you waste time on such useless endeavors. What service does it do to dwell on the matters of the dead and gone, especially those who destroyed other nations in the name of their imagined gods?'

Firstly, I offer my apologies for the blatant disrespect for your profession and the beliefs of the ancients. I overlooked the moisture in your eyes; I was effectively a heartless man.

Secondly, I wish to turn back the handles of time, and return to your company. I wish to drown myself in your words of the ancients. I wish... I wish had researched what could possibly assuage the confusion I experience today.

Caroline, my dear, you were right to pursue your heart. They are here ­ they have always been here; the gods of the ancient Greco-Roman times.

Forgive me, my greatest ally.