Fertility says, “Can you just relax and let things happen?” I ask does she mean, like disasters, like pain, like misery? Can I just let all that happen? “And Joy” she says, “and Serenity, and Happiness, and Contentment.
When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He’s written “He dies.” That’s all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature… is “He dies.” It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with “He dies.” And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it’s only natural to be sad, but not because of the words “He dies.” but because of the life we saw prior to the words.