“Why, as a woodcock to mine own
springe, Osric;
I am justly killed with mine own
treachery.”
--Hamlet,
William Shakespeare, 2497
Simply
put: karma’s a b***. In this scene, Laertes has been poisoned with his own
sword, poisoned to kill Hamlet. Laertes grew angry, losing sight of his
composure, and in the course of the exchange, Hamlet switched swords with
Laertes and returned the offence (drawing blood in what was supposed to be a playful
game)—an eye for an eye and all that…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oStWixf19OM
(0:00 – 0:17)
After
all, is not turnabout fair play? Laertes received his just desserts, just as
Mr. Yin in the Psych episode Yang 3 in 2D. http://movies.netflix.com/WiPlayer?movieid=70153394&trkid=2361637&t=Psych#MovieId=70153394&EpisodeMovieId=70152179
(35:54 – 37:54)
But as
Laertes lay there, dying, he realizes this was not brought upon by Hamlet’s
hand, but by his own vengeful spirit. And, instead of holding onto that spirit
in death, he apologizes to Hamlet for his perfidy.
Certainly there is insight
in his actions. Buddha said, “Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and
expecting the other person to die.” As I see it, that vengeful, unforgiving
anger is the poison, and it will fester and stew inside of your soul, darkening
it, eating away at it, and ultimately destroying it. The moral of Laertes
story? Thus: when we fuel our anger with exacting revenge, no one gains…
And
everyone dies in the end.
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