"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are" Anais Nin

Winter’s Tale by William Shakespeare

“Affection! Thy intention stabs the centre.

Thou doest make possible things not so held,

Communicat’st with dream (how can this be?)”

Epidaurus - Statue's Scene - August 22, 2009 - photo by worldcity

“Thou want’st a rough pash and the shoots that I have, to be full like me:

yet they say we are Almost as like as eggs; women say so,

that will say anything but were they false

as o’er-dyed blacks, as wind, as waters, false as dice are to be wish’d by one that fixes
No bourn ‘twixt his and mine, yet were it true to say this boy were like me. Come, sir page,
Look on me with your welkin eye: sweet villain! Most dear’st! my collop!

Can thy dam?–may’t be?

Epidaurus - August 22, 2009 - photo by worldcity

Affection! thy intention stabs the centre:
Thou dost make possible things not so held,
Communicatest with dreams;–how can this be?
With what’s unreal thou coactive art and fellow’st nothing:

then ’tis very credent thou mayst co-join with something;

and thou dost,
And that beyond commission,

and I find it,
And that to the infection of my brains
And hardening of my brows.”

Epidaurus - August 22, 2009 - photo by worldcity

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