VOLUMINA ARMENI

Hey, let’s go to the bookstore today. 

Why?

We can go see which books we wrote!

What do you mean?

Let’s go. 

Ok.

upon arriving at store, mother points a book.

I wrote this one! Which one did you write? 

Oh, that one! That one’s mine!

Good pick, Fitzgerald, he wasn’t wise enough to see through party vibes!

I know, that’s why it’s me. 

I wrote that one over there, it’s called Their Eyes Were Watching God. It’s very close to my heart. I remember how how close the words were to my heart when I wrote it.

Me too, I saw you write it, remember? 

What about Armen’s writings? 

Oh, that’s like buffet. No one knows him and his gifts. You can go eat for free, all you can eat!

There once was a man who tried night and day to achieve his goal.

His goal was to become a sailer. 

He trained, he endured long cold nights, grazing across the sea water like gazelle but only in fish form. 

He spent years with eyes fixed, on the goal, like an Olympian or rather a Christian fixed on the purest service. 

Upon the naming of his boat, his sailing ability at its peak, he got some water from a cooler and struck a conversation with another. 

The other was in fact an odd ball, and revealed himself too quickly, a weakness, thereby necessitating the destruction of his boat, his career, and his life. 

Thinking no harm, the sailor even forgot what the other said to him. 

And then, nonchalantly, God said, Oh, my friend, your days are over, the ocean is closed, your life is over.

Ok.