Muses & Myst

I want to say something about Shakespeare.  I don't know literature of all the world, except for some classics - and to read the translations of classic works is great but...definitely something is lost that way and no matter how good the translation, the words don't flow like they do in the original language.

I like English literature because of the infinite possibilities of lost knowledge regarding advanced civilizations...the Battle of the Trees is not just a fable imo, it is the basis of alphabet, which is the result of symbols and icons, which is the result of something even more fabulous and so on...and so on...into infinity.

Shakespeare was Edward de Vere, 17th Earl of Oxford, a brilliant man...and way back in my college years I was convinced he wrote "Shakespeare's" works.  The movie "Anonymous", recently in theatres, tells the story in a very clear way.  How could the real William Shakespeare, a miller with illiterate daughters, have come up with such great works about specific places like Verona and France when he hadn't even been there?  There are scenes in Romeo and Juliet based on events in Edward de Vere's life.

My train of thought here is...why do people flock to Shakespeare's cottage in the Midlands, England when all this info is at their fingertips via the internet?  Here's why imo...people want to believe in the wrong kind of fairy tales.  Yes, there is art in science, and science in magic...these are the really mindblowing true fairytales, not the prevailing myth of who wrote some of the greatest works of English Lit!!!

Also, with all this info via the internet and the speed of communication, why are the world probs so huge?  They shouldn't be...it's not like we're sending a letter by pony express, then onto a ship for two weeks, then by horse and carriage to the authorities.  This all blows my mind.

Anyway I can't think about this today, I'll think about it tomorrow...in the words of  Scarlett O'Hara in "Gone With the Wind."  I just want to enjoy my summer, my beach, my garden, my life with true thoughts of love and happiness.  That's basically all we have...today, tonight.  Future is an illusion and the past does not exist except in our creative minds and kind memories.  Myst and mystery.  The story is in the mist of yesteryear.

Looking forward to my illusions lol!  And the baseball tournament - see previous blog!  Here are pics of some of lovely flowers in my garden...a favorite of mine, Beauty of Peru or called 4 O'Clocks with their heavenly sweet perfume as blooms open late afternoon or early evening.  Good night, sweet prince and princess of darkness, with love.