Here are some lines from Hamlet which I found healing last night:
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
Doubt truth to be a liar; but never doubt I love.
This above all; To thine own self be true.
One may smile, and smile, and still be a villain.
Listen to many; speak to a few.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions!
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form, in moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals!
If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.
O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
Tis the times’ plague, when madmen lead the blind.
the play’s the thing
Wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the King.
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
Since brevity is the soul of wit, I’ll be brief in sharing that I am seeing battalions of doctors and other healing people in hospitals today. I shall reserve my judgment until after I see them all.
Here are the rich gifts of healing images from yesterday:
Some of those photos show Benedict Cumberbatch, before the play began, interacting with young people from many cultures about Hamlet, which I found very healing. The play — which was the thing — began with Hamlet listening to a song I always find healing.
For all who helped me create today’s post and for you — of course! — I have one more healing image from yesterday: