Today I saw this couple of guys holding hands in a park... Totally innocent, totally mainstream, totally irrelevant... unless you don't have a life.
People kept staring at them, JUDGING and all I can think of is this one poem (not just a poem but a sonet : king of poems), written by this one guy who lived hundreds of years ago: William Shakespeare. Perhaps you've heard of him... (the "to be or not to be" guy. Ring a bell?)
Whether you believe he wrote all his plays and sonnets or agree with the theory that claims he stole the work from someone else (copyright wasn't part of the system yet, so anything is possible), even if you rather stick to the theory in the movie by Jim Jarmush "Only Lovers Left Alive" Even then, you have to admit those poems and plays are breathtaking!
It amazes me! To think he lived so long ago and perfectly understood love and then... here we are: in 2015 after going through the dark ages, a couple of world wars, natural disasters... you'd think we would stick together for love, right?
WRONG! instead we're judging people for being who they are when there is so much crap in the world already, I mean, there is people being tortured and murdered for their beliefs!! But that can wait, let's just stare at two guys holding hands and condemn their love, because it's not something we understand. Well done, humanity!
... I'll leave you to this:
Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Well said, Sir.
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