my recreation time, which hasn't been much, has had me rereading a lot
of Shakespeare's writings. Perhaps, it's my inclination toward English
history or just that artistic side which peers its head out from time to
tome. Never the less, William has seemed to be a help of late.
"I suppose, one
reason I enjoy Shakespeare so much is because of understanding the motivation
beneath his work. He sought not to please the world around him...a very
dangerous world at the time I might add -- but rather, he sought to teach
the world of itself. He wrote comedically of incestuous kings, and heated
romances. He wrote tenderly of chauvinistic men who dominated the opposite
gender. And when you were done seeing his play or hearing his song or poem,
you left the theater with your tears well drained or your belly full of
laughs, yet more importantly...you left with a hidden message in your heart.
Back at the palace, the king secretly considered himself a little more
rationally. Lovers in tryst, thought more deeply about their treasured
affections. And once home, men would treat their wives a little more tenderly.
Shakespeare was anointed, just as we all are in desire to protect our gifts.
a precious gift. The curiosities which fill our hearts regarding life,
love, even God...are all based from that place. I'm not speaking philosophically,
but rather, from the nature of which we truly are. That probably sounds
esoteric... doesn't it? Sadly, we tend to lose our innocence as life proceeds.
Some of it goes through hurts experienced, other times through accidents
of fate, and perhaps saddest of all, we lose much of it as we take on the
wisdom of the world. We all want to be informed and thus, we gradually
lose our naiveté, just as the world in whole is gradually losing
its naiveté. Of course, we see it through as growing wiser, more
sophisticated ...more aware."