God said “Love your enemy”, and I obeyed him and loved myself.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
The first work of Shakespeare’s that I read was an abridged version of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, back when I was eight. I remember being enthralled by the beautiful name of the play. Whoa, I thought. Think about combining midnight and summer.
Then, the sheer number of characters attracted me: Titania, Puck, Oberon. And the love quadrilateral with people of similar names. I remember having a headache trying to differentiate between Hermia and Helena, and their confusing loves. A petty eight-year-old, no wonder.
Now, I’m much older, and having read some more Shakespeare (and other authors), I feel that an average human lifespan is not enough to appreciate his insight into life.
Here’s to a happy 400 years of peace and quiet to William Shakespeare. You will love long in our hearts. You have lived quite long there, actually. Whatever.
Because it’s not the fall that kills you, Sherlock. Of all people, you should know that, it’s not the fall, it’s never the fall. It’s the landing!
– Jim Moriarty from Sherlock
She thought it was flight,
So she flew with delight.
But she soon lost sight
And fell into the night.
Slowly, the rancid smell
Crept up her nose.
Slowly, the claustrophobia,
Swallowed her soul.
With fear in her eyes
And pain in her voice,
She was too late to realise
That she had landed in her pit of lies.