By Rafael A. Hernandez
Consider what you see when you look at the sides. Both are metal. Both are printed. But the images differ greatly and if you did not know of the other side, you may think this a completely different coin. That is the problem. We dropped our token in public and now that it has been picked up, all they want to show us is one side. There is only one side perhaps. But I know that there are two. That is what I have learned. I have taken great pains in learning such things. So I know for a fact that there are two sides to a coin.
She showed me the side that she sees. It is the only side she can see for turning the coin around is a travesty and affronts all that she knows (thinks). In spite of this, I will play by her game and study the side she reveres. Though, I have studied it many times, I am willing to look upon her side as something new. Maybe a lightning strike of revelation will hit me. It would be a welcome calamity considering the weather.
This is to be done for one reason. I love something of theirs. That is all. If not for the dropped coin, no games would be played, no tears dropped, no strikes of lightning. Upon looking at the coin, now at a distance, I see words like “mistrust” and “responsibility”. But these words are written in a different language and do not translate as cleanly as they are written. You still have all the reason to trust me, though you do not see it nor think you can. Nobody is in serious danger. It is not like some peddler came around handing out coins of wood or plastic. This metal is from the earth, it is from a cave that I safeguarded and I know it to be strong. I hope that in my absence, you have been shown the other side of the coin and given it as much consideration as I have given yours. If this not be so, then I am willing to acknowledge there being only one side. I will tell you, with earnestness and humility that there is only one side. But let all else know, I am still aware of the other, and I weep if it should be neglected.
