To-morrow is Saint Valentine’s day,
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine.
Then up he rose, and donn’d his clothes,
And dupp’d the chamber-door;
Let in the maid, that out a maid
Never departed more.
(William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act IV, Scene 5)
Who, being loved, is poor? ~Oscar Wilde
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. ~William Shakespeare
Do we still conserve the feelings or have we been eaten out by consumerist society? Do we still have ideals and emotions or we are programmed machines which respond automatically? Do we still differentiate between authentic and artificial? Do we still realize that we are our own masters and we decide when and who to love?
It’s a good period to think about how this messy and hectic world is affecting us. Peter Pan, give us a hand!