... I am the raven reborn!—the Phantom who wisely speaks very-little ... way too much.

Thus, I am the friend who you might have had—one you will soon have again ... but one you cannot stand having at the moment, because it means needing to look into his deep, dark shadow where you might see yourself committing sins you would never dare commit before (slander, blasphemy, heresy, sacrelige and the like).

They are sins that you commit when you witness someone else committing them and do nothing to redirect the sinner's aims (if it's in your power to do so, and you know it is, and you still do nothing!) Or when you know the bad effects of good causes and assume that those effects cannot be avoided, and thus interrupt the efforts of the good causes (even though the efforts could save the lives of the people involved).

When you mature, you realize that you lost 'Lenore' through these failures and these interruptions. You see that the problem is caused by your doing and so the problem should also be fixed by your doing. But the cause of the problem cannot arise from the same source as the cause of solution.

The cause of the problem is the earthly love, the desires of the flesh. The cause of the solution is a Higher Love, the desires of 'the Spirit breathed-into Adam (creating the Soul, and igniting the earthly desires as well).'

If I could turn back time as the raven, the raven would also mention, "It doesn't really matter; you ought to enjoy the good memories you have of Lenore, as those will be with you forever."

But you're so mired in 'the need for new sensual experience' that you forget the joys of the old sensual experiences—something similar to 'the thrill of the chase' ... not knowing for-sure that Lenore enjoys your company as much you enjoy 'hers,' but relishing the thought that`e might be getting a thrill from the fact that you're getting a thrill, and thus getting an extra little thrill because of the thrill you know`e is getting from you.

But there is the post-action thrill in the memory; the idea that–as you absolutely know the way it went–it happens just like you planned it every time!

So taken-up with 'missing her' you are that–were I to fly in chirping the happy 'nothing really matters, so have fun'-song–you would most-likely think of me as another happy thing too outside your bitter dredge to understand your feelings.

Thus I have to push you down a little deeper in order that you might realize–as it's you that mired you so deeply in the first place–it's also your responsibility to paddle your way back to the surface.

So–while the I, the raven, fly in to remind you that the good times of before will never actually return–it is truly to 'beguile you into smiles' when you remember that (however bad things may become) the good things of the past will always be available for your retrieval when you need them!