The great bard, Shakespeare, put our character and flaws on stage, where no one could point to the villain or victim, they are only characters the crowd thought, while the learned and their sneaky minds fully knew, the lessons within, not just a summer nights dream, much more real. The use of words, how they travelled from the bards pen, to days like this.
A mid summer nights dream, the world wakes up in places,former freedoms returned,the great dictator, the virus,seemingly overcome. The freedom so treasured, being able to meet a friend,gather, no police harassing, the very thing we seemingly escaped from, a fate so many struggle under, mostly alone.
The dream, the emergence of light minded people, who want to brighten the road they travel, free countries, no more dictators, food to eat, and non bias sexual minded souls all around, a mid summers night dream. Are you allowed to be…
Jesus said it simply but it wasn’t simple to achieve. Men and women died,burned, crucified, in the Holy Name, it wasn’t the spin of a modern day PR expert, no pretending in other words, the real you, that inside you, more space required the general call, amen.