To Recap

So I'm sure the two/three of you who read this blog with any regularity are slightly curious as to the meaning and purpose of my previous post, as it was not quite in the scholarly nature which I am known for. The purpose was, in the end, quotes.

Over a dozen sources and a similar number of authors contributed the words to the story I told. From Shakespeare to Woody Allen, the words of others became my words, their thoughts my thoughts. I stole the very nature of their ideas, combined them, and released the new monstrosity upon the world.

This is, at it's core, what literature does for us. It gives us thoughts, ideas, words, things, phrases, OBJECTS, conclusions, and then lets us run with them, if we will. We don't always agree (in fact, always agreeing would be the sure sign of a wasted mind), but the pieces of thought still mean something.

We say it is not Shakespeare who said something, but his character, but I say it does not matter, for Shakespeare thought it up, and choose to present it to the world, thus ridding himself of a bottled up idea (which he may or may not have agreed with) and giving the earth one more thing to dwell on.

If you leave a piece of literature with nothing else, take a quote with you, for "we live as we dream. Alone."