Love

I have noticed a pattern.

It started with Mr. Smith. He wanted to fly, he wanted a passion, in other words, he wanted to be able to love something enough to be able to do it. The only problem is, he died to soon for him to tell us his story.

Macon Dead wanted success, control, intelligence and prestige. He wanted to make something of his life. Appearance became everything. When something appeard wrong, he hated it and dispised it. "Money is freedom" (p.163), he says to his son, but it isn't at all. Once you have a little bit, you want more and more and more. He tried so hard to have everything, that he forgot to love what he did have, and therefore lost it.

Ruth, she wants a constant companion, she wants to be cared for, she wants to be loved and to be allowed to love in return. she is "small" (p. 124), she claims, but in making herself a victim, and by not living life, and loving life, and loving those in her life, she is not capable of being loved.

Guitar then comes along. He says he loves. "It's about loving us" (p.159), he defends his position. But really, he is competeing in the human race, trying to keep things even between the "white" team and the "black" team. But, he is missing the whole point of love. A murder for a murder. It sounds so familar, like that of "an eye for an eye", but it just doesn't sound right. Real love is turning the other cheek. Instead of trying to keep things fair by doing wrong, why not trying to improve things by doing good? He could help his people instead of trying to make their ratios equal. By murdering, he is doing nothing but becoming a killing machine, and has lost all love.

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Ruth, Macon Dead, Guitar and Pilate have all sung their own Songs of Solomon in a way, by lamenting and telling of what hass happened to them, and their lovers.

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