Dear Calypso,
Sometimes I look at you and think you are undesirable. Then there are times when I look at you and think about how your features are rather admirable. You are something that I understand yet something I don't understand. I believe that sometimes you play the act of things you are not. But there are times when you seem to be truthful. You are a puzzle I can't figure out. Maybe I don't have all the pieces. Perhaps some have been lost or destroyed. None of the names given to you seem to fit. You are rather nameless. An object society has labeled many times, but has done so incorrectly. I know not what to call you. I know only that you are a wild creature, a thing that acts many roles, and a nothingness that actually is the roles. You remind me of a cold harsh winter or the rough untamable sea. You remind me of these things, for no matter how much you can/do destroy, you reward us with beauty.
- R.E.
