a review

 this post is about the play Caesar and Cleopatra

as written, not in every moment is he Caesar the commander, or Caesar the lover, or Caesar the killer of men, although the other characters imagine him as such

rather - he is who he is

a weary old man, a man molded in the shape of a barbarian, an ironically young soul's breath placed in the seat of an "emperor" and looked upon to guide the new world.

he goes through grief, wrath, regret, love, joy, and incredibly human failings, despite being a legend - he conquers worlds, rules over all of them, dispenses truth and justice, and destroys everything in his way - despite being a man.

but i identify with him

in the understanding that he is, in every moment, all of him, Caesar.

through the lenses of history and of the play, this Caesar may seem like a contradiction. but egypt was not the old world - its luxuries were our luxuries, its failings were our failings - and rome was not the new world. caesar was made aware in those moments that he was only one tooth of the gear that grinds down time. that good men have passed, and good men would come.

and, ultimately, he stood strong