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“Can honour set-to a leg?  No.  Or an arm?  No.  Or take away the grief of a wound?  No.  Honour hath no skill in surgery, then?  No.  What is honour?  A word.  What is that word honour?  Air.”King Henry IV, Part I

It is what it is.  A matter of the soul? the spirit? of love of the country? of the human condition?

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“This above all; to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.” – Hamlet

True words, as it is hard to be false to the world when we are true to ourselves.  When we experience many back stabs in the course of our lives, we might tend to become a bit skeptical about trusting people; however, this is not the way to live fully, as it denies the essence of Love.  By being true to yourself and putting out the best of you, the ball ends up on the other’s court – even when you experience deceit, you are at peace with yourself.  In this world, the good and the bad coexists, and sometimes, wolves wear sheep’s attire – the only weapon against that is the satisfaction of being true to yourself.

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“Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing; ‘Twas mine; ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him, and makes me poor indeed.”Othello, the Moor of Venice

What’s in a name?  Nothing – Everything.  Once you have been branded, that’s it.  After you lose everything, home, possessions, friends … you have your name, you have yourself.  The last thing you want to lose is that.

Today, many people have lost a lot with the economic meltdown, more will keep losing this year;  however, the last thing that will remain is your Spirit, much more than a branded name.  Today, I can say this (and many with me) – “Who steals my purse steals trash;”  however, no one can rob ME!

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“That death’s unnatural that kills for loving.” Othello, the Moor of Venice

Love, such a short and simple word, and so much goes into it.  Most things we do during our days on Earth we do for Love – for love of someone, of something, for love of money, for love of success, for love of the planet, of its people, for love of material things … Whether that Love is right or wrong, in our minds, we do it just for Love.  Crimes of passion are said to be committed out of Love – love that has sickened and crossed the line towards death.  Even the denial of oneself for the pleasing of the loved one, is out of love.  All is done in the name of Love.  Love is pure, a higher essence; in our humanity, or twisted humanity, we corrupt it.

Today, think of it – what do you love?  why do you love?

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“Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge had stomach for them all.” Othello, The Moor of Venice

This line is full of emotion, vengeance and anger – both strong and powerful emotions that can take over the best of our humanity.  It only takes a moment for those emotions to undo the best in us.  As humans, we experience a ray of feelings and emotions that can shape our behavior; the real power rests in how we deal with them.

My favorite authors are the ones that can tell a good story but also let me feel the emotions through the words in the page.

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“O Wonder!  How many goodly creatures are there here!  How beauteous mankind is!  O brave new world, that has such people in’t.”The Tempest

We are wonders of creation.  We are capable of the most sublime and beautiful art, but also of the most hideous acts of cruelty.  This is what differentiate us and set us apart from other creatures here on Earth.  Yes, we can be “goodly creatures” and “beauteous” – and it would certainly take a new world order.

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“Lust is but a bloody fire, kindled with unchaste desire, fed in heart, whose flames aspire as thoughts do blow them, higher and higher.  – The Merry Wives of Windsor

Whether we are talking about love, lust, or something else, what is in our thoughts feed our hearts.  If you think it much, it is deposited in your heart and becomes part of you, of what you believe, of who you are.  It shapes you, your immediate surroundings, and eventually your reality.

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“If music be the food of love, play on; give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and so die.”Twelfth Night or What You Will

The affairs of the heart –  Love.  Our actions – good or bad – revolve around it.  We die for love, do good deeds for love, suffer for love, live for love, and kill in the name of love.  Whether the concept of Love we have is right or wrong, or even a sick perception of it, many times, the result is a denial of the true essence of Love (as in the case of crimes of passion).

This month we are celebrating Love.  One of my favorite definitions of Love can be found at 1 Corinthians 13:4-8. 

It goes like this – Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends; as for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away.

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“Lord, what fools these mortals be.” A Midsummer Night’s Dream

One just ought to look around; but as fools as we might be, we are also capable of greatness, of beauty, of art, of soulful awe, of kind deeds, of self-less sacrifices, of loving deeds, of creativity.  And that is how we cannot deny our divine traces.

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“Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.”  (Twelfth Night, or What You Will)

This one made me smile.  Although it refers to a hanging as punishment, and in the context of Shakespeare’s play, it made me think about the small issues in a marriage.  The economic meltdown in the country affected many families and brought the best and bad in us.  So, what prevents a bad marriage and promotes a good one?  A good hanging – well, let’s not get scared here, metaphorically speaking.

There are many little issues that we keep inside to ourselves and eat away our spirits, our love, our marriage.  Maybe it would be a good idea to do a symbolical hanging of all the small issues that we carry on the inside, and expose them, hang them, or hang them to dry if you must, let the sunshine lighten the load, and work them out with your love one.