"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy." -William Shakespeare, Hamlet

Shakespeare captured something beyond our physical state. There seems to be a realm beyond mere words, actions, minds. The realm of thoughts, connections, hearts and spirit. What is it that we can not explain but what we all feel? The love for brothers, sisters, friends, lovers- unspoken, undefined by felt. There's something in our brains that triggers the emotional response. Makes us feel. I want to strip myself back into this raw state. I want to get rid of this embedded superficiality within me, this quest after opinions, after objects, after marks, after whatever. I want to 'be'. And 'live'. Sometime's you've just got to sit back and watch planets spin around and follow a few shooting stars. You've got to play with fire. Maybe even sit in willow trees and let the night fade away.

Our society has constructed restraints on every thing we discover- we define time- "day, night", "hours, minutes, seconds", the way to succeed in life, social structures, rules for love, rules for loss, rules for fun. Rules for what we can and can't do. For what? To maintain order? Prevent chaos? DO humans need this structure, to stop us thinking? Or does it shape us to think? What happens if we let those rules slip? Would we turn into cannibals, and 'savages?' Or was that all we were destined to be? That our rules makes us progress, but in fact, the only way we can sastify our human nature is to 'live like a savage'.

Getting way too deep. I'm getting quite good at these rambles. All started when i thought about Hamlet. I love Shakespeare. :)