mind keeps flashing back to scene in Bruce Almighty whereby jennifer aniston's character is lying on bed and crying about still loving Bruce and praying for God to help her stop.

Oh my God.

i really hated that movie, though. it's portrayal of God was really flippant and it brought up a lot of sensitive issues about my faith for me. i think it's just me.

anyway. on a more intriguing note..

my dad plopped the newsweek magazine next to me as i was typing up this morning's entry. it was opened to the page 'Was the Bard a Woman?' only read magazine after finishing this morning's entry and then couldn't resist itch to write about it.

Shakespeare may be a woman! a female! a corset wearing, puffy-haired, wax-faced COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE. frankly this news doesn't bother me much. because my reaction is mixed between, 'ha. i knew it. WOMAN. WOMANNNNNNNN.' and it really doesn't matter.

you may read more yourself on the internet/or purchase newsweek, for it is truly a fascinating piece of news!

it is so amazing, whenever i think about it. shakespeare has transcended names and identities - shakespeare is more than a name! it is just a name we give to someone who has written books - in actual fact, the name matters not. the person who wrote the plays matters not. whoever he or she is has been immortalized completely through sonnets and theatre. and the fact that people come together yearly and have discussions about his identity and try to solve this eternal mystery so many years after is just ... wonderful. why wonderful? you wonder why we should bother, but it is such that the human mind MUST know. the thirst for truth will always remain. and shakespeare just stands for the influence of literature on our minds, the very beauty of the truth it holds and its perfect ability to change our lives and our eyes.

truth, freedom, love and beauty! the things we live for, fight for, die for, all interlinked and the most important of all being LOVE!

literature is life. words are life. shakespeare is life. the very words with which we speak, write, think in - all wonderful. these small fingerprints we use to express. yes, words are like fingerprints! no two are the same! the very effect a certain arrangement has or a certain word has over the other. the delicate nuances. just like how carol wrote 'odour of fresh berries and sunflowers'. brilliant! if she had used 'scent', it would have been a complete different effect altogether! but of course she already knew that, and of course you already knew that because you FELT it.

we can feel words. even if we don't know them, we feel them, because we've been born with them in ourselves. this is something i've always believed. that we know every single word because we've been born knowing them [not just knowing, THEY'RE IN US. its INBORN] - just that sometimes we don't really KNOW what it is. and when you harness that part of you that FEELS the words, you are forimidable, powerful and even manipulative.

there is so much of this love, beauty, truth and freedom in the world - we create it, we live it, we breathe words.

+ posted by M @ 10:27 AM