i have many of them
so many that sometimes my heart seems to be too little to contain them all
it pours itself out filling my body
my Self feed herself on them
happy or sad
sometimes without a reason
or an explanation
i get carried away
as a ship with open sails
tossed around at the sea...
In sooth, I know not why I am so sad:
It wearies me; you say it wearies you;
But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,
I am to learn;
And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
That I have much ado to know myself.
/W. Shakespeare: The Mercnat of Venice, Sceen I., Antonio/http://onlinebooks.library.upenn.edu/webbin/book/search?author=Shakespeare%2C+William
Having seen the film-version (with Al Pacino, Jeremy Irons, Jospeh Finnes and Lynn Collins) my mind got filled with those emotions(we call thoughts) yet in a funny way i find it difficult to express them.
Prof. Géza Kállay's discussion of the play and the film gave tracks for me...track along which i may choose to run...
but how do i talk about flesh and blood
to whom do i talk about humanity
and humiliation?
Cut out a piece of a flesh from a men's chest yet let there be no drop of blood.
Cut out, kill, destroy and eat may all symbolize what we commonly call 'hatred'
but isnt wanting to take, possess, or eat the heart of the other a vital part of what we may commonly call 'love'?
Where is the line(if exists at all) that separates hatred from love?
Can i fight with that whom i hate? yes. can i fight with that whom i love? yes. can i fight with that who is indifferent to me? no.
hatred is not the opposite of love. indifference is. when you hate someone you atully love him/her..or at least want to...
exactly the way Shylock and Antonio feel for each other. their hatred almost a love. their differences disappearing in the moment they humiliate each other.
you may only be humiliated by that whom you love.
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