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| Honor, a true currency. | Started by: Sal_Giaquinto on Feb 20, '09 18:15 |
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The sun sleeps early during the winter, her bright and brilliant light soon dims over the east coast. It's Friday afternoon into evening and the folk prepare for their weeks end, wither to dine their wives or a quick fuck with worker of the corner - perhaps a quiet billiards game or even a supper amongst friends and family. The august Mafioso sat alone at the balcony at his comare's villa. His companion was further occupied with the dishes, coitus could wait - and it's fortunate it did. Sal considered the forces that held society, the economy - yet this thing of ours, like anything had it's dark ages, but it stayed strong. He whispered to the shadows, the spirits in the wind, perhaps to those who would hear if they listened. "Perhaps it's greed - ambition that drive us, but its honor, that's the foundation that holds it together. Without it we are naked - we are animals - we are fragile and weak, and ultimately poor." His young girlfriend shouted to him in her thick Cajun accent He rose from his chair and attended to his darling - the thought of honor remained on his mind, the tour of his establishments afterwards, it remained a priority in his mind's eye. As every Friday evening, he visited the Bourbon St Bistro, a pleasant place and one amongst friends and family. The Bistro smelt of home, olives - fish, wine on the breath of its patrons. He sipped his own goblet, filled with a sweet precious red fluid. It reminded him of a more precious and a less sweet crimson fluid, one had he seen just as equally as wine. "You know, some hired hand gathered these grapes and another prepared them for fermentation wine, and perhaps another barrels them for aging." His friend interrupts "And the port boys and ship hands to bring em here." "Yes, no doubt. My point is - how many opportunities did they have to steal the grapes, to drink their masters wine or to leave a few barrels in the stead of their friends." "Sal, what's your point - our people lift goods all the time." Sal gave him an evil stare for speaking of such things in public, even if it was drowned out by the drunken roar of French Quarter - four days from Mardi Gras. "As easily as money comes and goes - a man, and his family should be more concerned with honor and by what accord he is judged in the afterlife. More concerned with the reputation his children carry according to his own works in life. You see, commerce is important - prosperity, and the double chin of wealth are something to be pursued and shared amongst family and friends, a gift of a patron to his children. But we cannot forget honor. Before, our people were wealthy, before we were the envy of society - all we had was honor. We starved and worked hard for our reward. But today, do we trade our own slate for a purse? And once we've lost it... what can do to pay such a debt?..." He sips his wine in thought of the matter. |
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HG, sitting at the next table, overheards what Sal is saying. He thinks to himself on the subject, it being a very good subject to ponder. That makes sense. Before all of this, the Mafioso way of life, all we had was our honor. And likewise, underneath it all that is still all that we will ever have, willing that we don't do something to lose it. But it is important, because it is one of the very few things in life that can be taken away only by yourself. By your actions and the way you handle yourself you either kive with honor or you don't, no one can just take it from you. You can be stripped of your dignity, your pride, and any of you material posessions, But only you can choose whether or not you will stay a honorable man or woman. It's a good thing to think about. HG shakes himself out of his inner monologue and continues his dinner, keeping what Sal had said in the back of his mind. |
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| Reply by: Higgs_Boson at Feb 20, '09 19:32 | |
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Louis smiles, glad such talk is going about these days and tips his glass toward his good friend, Signore Giaquinto "Quite the topic, my friend. Honor is the one thing that stays unique to yourself, people can have riches, they can have women and posessions, but as said, you can be stripped of these, and also I would not measure a man by such material assets." Smiling to himself and looking across the room, his attention suddenly taken by something unrelated, but still he kept to the topic at hand "No, I would recognise a mans individual ideals of honor, and measure him by those" |
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| Reply by: LouisGato at Feb 20, '09 19:51 | |
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To equate it to currency? Very well stated indeed Sal. Nikki engages tradition and makes sure she's seen stepping out of an incredibly expensive luxury car with more bodyguards piling out than a Mexican circus clown car. She then lights a cigarette and takes a drag because its just what mobsters do while waiting for the mythical soap box to materialize on the street corner. Then she coughs and nearly pukes because she doesn't smoke. Sure we can be hush hush about what we do. Hell we should. Its called Omerta. But no one here is naive. We operate under our own rules, outside of the established law. And we're governed by our actions and our words as they correlate to the oath we all took. You break your word, or you act outside what our society deems as honorable, what is your worth in this world? Nothing. No one can take it away from you, its something you give up yourself. It really is like currency. You can invest in yourself, or piss it all away. |
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| Reply by: NikkiPhoenix at Feb 20, '09 22:29 | |
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| "I think another question is, would/do people recognise the wealthy? If honor is the currency of this land, how do you judge a man/woman by it? Based on your own ideals of honor, theirs or the majority?" | |
| Reply by: LouisGato at Feb 20, '09 22:34 | |
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haring the thought provoking questions that was asked,bboy can't help but smile and mutter to himself... My beloved grandmother used to tell me that..."A dollar may have a different spending value in a different country,but a dollar will still remain a dollar.What changes is its value." And so it is I guess with honor.An individual's honor may be valued less by others.Some may look high upon it.But his or her honor will remain constant and he or she will live and die with the honor that they have no matter how others value them. |
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| Reply by: _bboydurante_ at Feb 20, '09 23:39 | |
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