Cain, Claudius, and Fiances! Oh my!

Okay, well today has been rough so this probably will stink. My friend Bri called me earlier today and told me that her friend Katie was murdered. The murderer was the girls own fiancé, which made me think of the story of Cain and Able, because they were family. In this case, they were almost a family. WHY DO FAMILY MEMBERS MURDER FAMILY MENBERS? It is horrible. How can brothers kill brothers and husbands kill wives? It is horrible and way to common, which leads me to another example where family members kill family members, Hamlet. I remember that in Hamlet Claudius, Hamlets uncle, poisons his father just to become king. People will do anything to be more powerful that the person above them. Gross.

            Now, on a happier note… I was watching the Kardashians prove how stupid they are this morning on T.V. Keeping up with the Kardashians is so lame. I was thankful for you and all of the lovely things you have taught us over the years. Seriously. Thank you for shaping so semi-smart human beings.  J J J Can smileys count as words?

            Okay, now to analyze something. Oh yay. I feel like analyzing some words from my favorite hermit.

I had no time to hate

By: Emily Dickinson

I had no time to Hate --
Because
The Grave would hinder Me --
And Life was not so
Ample I
Could finish -- Enmity --

Nor had I time to Love --
But since
Some Industry must be --
The little Toil of Love --
I thought
Be large enough for Me --

The first three lines are Emily Dickinsons way of saying that she had no time to hate because death would come soon and it is not really logical to spend her life focusing on hate and all of the emotions that go along with hate. Life is not long enough to “finish” hate. Then in the second stanza, she is saying that she does not have to love either. She does say thought that she must do something. “Some industry must be” possible to partake in. She writes that the “little Toil of Love” is large enough for her, though she is clearly doubtful about embracing life with death so near, she does realize that she must face the normal aspects of life.  I think it is significant that toil and love are uppercase. Toil, usually meaning struggle or difficult, is capitalized to show how Emily Dickinson feels about love. Love is also written in uppercase to show that the two feelings go together.