The ceaseless conflict among interpreters, whatever master of truth may be thought to lie just ahead of their farthest energetic probing, simply renders cloudy the supposition that sense of truth is central experience of those who join the assemblage with special expectations and are in some way satisfied. Love is a passion that is always active in our heart. It is not east to be disengaged in our core emotions. I have tried enough to reconnect the love in your heart since your long absence from the house. Yet whatever comes through has a validity that one would never deny. The gods would not wrong thee if you keep your flame of love burning in your heart, even though you are far away. Each of these, indeed, through charm or skill or courage may evoke, if not actual sympathy, at least a kind of undefined responsiveness that may unaccountably shade whatever thou-shalt-not ay be read in their overt conduct. The gods will not leave my life to be empty, and I know I cannot find another to match your honor, you have won my hand with your body in the flame burning as an escape from constraints upon aspiring humanity. #RyanPhillippe 1 of 5

You are noble and your love comes easy to fill this broken heart when I fell in love with you many years ago, but your love fails easy to go from me as you have departed on the Albatross. However, it is an impression or feeling that it would be difficult to justify, to invest with a content that would be communicable to others. I want now to see how such terms might fare as we tried to accommodate them to our experience of Shakespeare. No color is involved here; I am just intrigued over the Shakespearean dilemma. When Sir William Shakespeare stories become mythical and are wound into modern plots, there are more comprehensive; they offer wider realms in which we move closer to totality. We come then, to another matter in which the functions of Sir William Shakespeare’s text have an affinity with the religious. The King James translation of the Bible is considered the greatest piece of literature in English. Its language supposedly represents the official in the King’s English. Well, Shakespeare’s language and the Bible’s language are one and the same. #RyanPhillippe 2 of 5

Sources report that from 1604 to 1611, King James got poets to translate, to write the Bible. Well, if Sir William Shakespeare existed, he was then the top poet around. However, Sir William Shakespeare is nowhere reported connected with the Bible. If he existed, why did not King James have Shakespeare to scribe passages of the Bible, why is it one of the World’s best kept secrets? I know many say Francis Bacon, who edited the Bible for King James, was Shakespeare. If that is true, why would Francis Bacon have kept that a secret? We have a perennial problem of getting from a smaller to a larger sense of life. It is human habit to be always, as we move from age to age, drifting into new constrictions; every new liberating perspective imposes its own rigidities; we flee from one half-truth through a wide-open door that turns out to lead us to another half-truth. Sir Francis Bacon was not royalty, when royalty sometimes used the nom de plume (pen of name—a name used by a writer instead of the writer’s real name) because it was improper for royalty to be artistic or theatrical. #RyanPhillippe 3 of 5

 What would Sir Francis Bacon have had to lose? Sir Francis Bacon, in fact, would have everything to gain. Some believe that King James himself was the real poet, who used the nom de plume Sir William Shakespeare. King James was brilliant. He was the greatest king who ever sat on the British throne. Who else among royalty, in time, would have had the giant talent to write Shakespeare’s works? It was he who poetically fixed the Bible—which is itself and its present King James version has enslaved the World. In either volume 43 or 44 of The Harvard Classis, I read Milton’s Paradise Lost. The Devil, kicked out of Paradise, was trying to regain possession. Many speculate that he was using the forces of Europe, personified by the Popes, Charlemagne, Richard the Lionhearted, and other knights. Some believe the Bible is actually a tool of the Devil, and many are led by the personification of the Devil. I prayed for some kind of relief from my confusion. I do not think anyone ever prayed more sincerely to God. It was the next night, doors opened and closed at their own volition. Lights flashed on and off of their own accord. There were unexplainable cold spots and smells. #RyanPhillippe 4 of 5

As I lay on my own bed, I suddenly, with a start became aware of a man sitting beside me in my chair. He had on a dark suit. I remember. I could see him as plainly as I see anyone I look at. He had a loose, dangling sleeve a seaman’s cap. He was not black, and he was not white. He was light-brown-skinned, as Asiatic cast of countenance and he had wet black hair. I looked right into his face. I did not get frightened. I knew I was not dreaming. I could not move, I did not speak, and he did not. I could not place him racially—other than I knew he was maybe an Ethnic European. I had no idea whatsoever who he was. He just sat there. Then, suddenly as he had come, he was gone.  It was feared that the Captain Alfred Easkoot, who died of a heart attack on 10 December 1905 was tormented and his soul was doomed to search the house for his bride Amelia Easkoot who rose from the dinner table in great pain and collapsed in 1886. She died in Captain Esakoot’s arms. There were rumors of foul play by the captain, but an autopsy revealed that she died of a ruptured heart. #RyanPhillippe 5 of 5