KingLear.cpp ~To Suffer Algorithm~

Lost

Lost in study Prospero lost his kingdom power and all, his library was dukedom large enough.

And when it hath the thing it hunteth most,

'Tis won as towns with fire--so won, so lost.

It is interesting to me how many times as a computer science major i feel this way.  Every week my professor asks so what are you doing this weekend, and instantly with those words i like Prospero begin to conger in my mind the devastating storm for his soul, indeed i plot my revenge for his malicious tyranny, his vial mutiny and spurning spite against my soul.  I think to myself i will slave for hours married, indebted, and therefore cordially "official" to my school work, to HIS assignment.

WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING!? 

Ignoring your, can't be finished this semester unless you sell your soul to the devil first, project and, o yeah, by the way, YOU NEED TO DATE IT'S DATE NIGHT, i have loads of time!! I often look at my heart and feelings as if they have never been apart of my being, wondering what they were ever for because i have forgotten their feeling and use! So burning the town and conquering the library seem to be my Fate.

Lose all to keep our oaths!

Love's Labor's Lost

Berowne:
Let us once lose our oaths to find ourselves,
Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths.
It is religion to be thus forsworn,
For charity itself fulfills the law,
And who can sever love from charity?

King:
Saint Cupid, then, and, soldiers, to the field!

Longaville:
Now to plain delaing. Lay these glozes by.
Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France?

King:
And win them, too...

Here we are again burning the town with fire!  At what price do we keep our goal and our dreams?


The Tempest

Prospero lost in is study:
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness and the bettering of my mind
With that which, but by being so retired,
O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
Awaked an evil nature; and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood in its contrary as great
As my trust was; which had indeed no limit,
A confidence sans bound.

Lost in study Prospero lost his kingdom power and all, his library was dukedom large enough.

Why are things so Hard?

Well this is the first time i have caught a glimpse of tying my major into Shakespeare.  Ok, probably not but it's the first time these ancient words have come to life and bit me with this regard.

As the age old wizards daughter falls in love with the recently stranded prince Ferdinand, things move too quickly for the wizard.  She has never seen a man, a man so handsome, she has never seen such a god, (ps: why can't i be a god and receive such praise, anyway...), and she has fallen for him(DUAH!), literally she's just been launched over a 1000 foot cliff as is free falling, she's committed.  He on the other hand learns she is a virgin and tells her: O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The Queen of Naples. Yep those are the first words out of his mouth; He's hooked too! Picture a fish with a hook, mortally desined never to free it's victim, piercing the fish's side as it struggles vainly for be free.  He's hooked! His will is bound, he loves her, he no longer takes commands from himself, Cupid is now his master, his king.

So what dose the wizard do about this netted couple, he breaks them up!--ok only for a time, BUT WHY?!

...but this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light.

Now i've been too light in tone, let me change...

The things in life that are worth fighting for come at a very high price.  This is a transcendent truth, universally applicable!  Regardless of time, space, or purpose if it is worth something there's a price to be paid.  Freedom, education, love, friends, peace, joy, life, it all comes with a price.  When one wants to become something great many wants, desires, passions are sacrificed to the end.  I think of this beautiful country in which I live, the freedoms i have, to dream, the possibly to become anything i want, there is literary no law, no force that bans me from reaching any dream, save my own choices.  I have the freedom to worship God, to go and come as i please, and speak freely with my own voice.  This great freedom was purchased long ago from those who wanted to rule and persecute, it was purchased with many lives and much time.  Today there is still a price that is required.  How true it is, because such a price was paid for freedom, I cherish it.  O, I cherish it! I have family that has fought for this end, a brother that went to war, a brother that continues to serve to keep the peace here at home as well.  He puts his life in harms way so that my life doesn't have to be.  The strongest among us don't wear crowns.  To loose him would be unthinkable--the winning is heavy therefore i will forever hold the prize great.  The winning heavy made the prize great.  

As i look at future opportunities for employment and my career, still apart of this freedom, the same principle is true.  To enter these companies that interest me there is a great price to be paid.  Each company requires a grueling interview process.  To give one a taste, if you had to take a final exam before one could graduate from college, an exam that covered every year one spent there and then one had to prove it, perform one's work in front of a board scrutinizing one's every move, this is the interviews that i speak of.  Then this thought came to my mind....lest too light winning Make the prize light.  That which I work for I appreshiate.  Work hard!  "What wilt thou have pay the price and take it!"  As i have paid the price, the dream becomes more and more cherished--granted the price has yet to be paid in full!!  

I hope one day someone will see in me something great, i hope one day someone will see the potential that i feel in myself, that i will get a chance to fill great shoe at someones feet.  I hope and pray i will get a chance to shine, to make the world a better place--in that sense to put my name in history.  ...for all this the burden great and hence so to must be the prize...

Cupid's Army

Love's Labor's Lost

 Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces,

Sole imperator and great general

Of trotting paritors--O my little heart!

And I to be a corporal of his field

And wear his colors like a tumbler's hoop!

O, rhymes are guards on wanton Cupid's hose.

By earth, she is not, corporal.  There you lie.

This is a very interest Conceit that Shakespeare continues to uses, because of the use of love associated with Cupid and his dreadful power love takes on a whole new meaning.

Love is now not just a feel that wells up inside one, but something that is inflicted by a king, a prince, a great general, a dreadfully powerful God--Cupid.  He is commander of a great army and by force consumes ones oaths, ransacks ones home, and take one captive into his army, to serve him and him alone.  

One follows His Orders.

One interesting thing about this use of love is that it removes choice.  It suggest that one does not have a choice as to when love will come in and rule ones life.  It leans toward unbridled passion, it comes in and cannot be controlled. It also gives light to the battle of the sexes going on this play, for it is the men that are the voices of Cupids power, as if it is man's plight to be overcome with passion and lust.   

Cupid has a Gun! And me a Sword!

Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules' club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier.  Adieu, valor; rust, rapier; be still drum, for your manager is in love.

O how we wage war with cupid and most often lose! Give up school, dry off the ski, put away the swimsuit, your new manager is LOVE! And to him alone wilt thou serve!