Saturday, June 25, 2016

Not Alone

Timon of Athens 

Act I 

Scene II. A banqueting room in Timon's house 

Music. Re-enter Cupid with a mask of Ladies as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing and playing 


Hoy day, what a sweep of vanity comes this way!
They dance! they are mad women. 
Like madness is the glory of this life. 
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root 
We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves;
And spend our flatteries,to drink those men
Upon whose age we void it up again, 
With poisonous spite and envy. 
Who lives that's not depraved or depraves?
Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves
Of their friends' gift?
I should fear those that dance before me now
Would one day stamp upon me: 't has been done; 
Men shut their doors against a setting sun

Recently, Katie Mack @AstroKatie tweeted: 

Remember that your attention is a gift and your willingness to debate is a choice. You're under no obligation to help someone be less wrong. 

I agree with this so hard, I want to tattoo it all over me. It helped me tide over this week. Not tide over really, more like thrash about,drown and somehow manage to move forward, with oodles of water flooding my insides and knocking the wind out of me. If you're dealing with hatred, negativity and hurt right now, know that I am thinking about you. Know that I'm sending out oodles of cosmic love into the universe, for you.

 I have to or I'll never get past the pain to remind myself that I am in fact... not alone. 

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