Put out the light then put out thee light

I'm up wide away with another round of insomnia.  And in between getting a bit done on the new story, I've been unable to stop thinking about the movie Othello.  
I watched it yesterday.  It's a movie I used to love but haven't seen in years.   Here you have a story written a few hundred years ago about how easily love can get twisted up for all the wrong reasons.  Desdemona is the epitome of innocence and faithfulness, yet she is the one to blame for an adultery that never even happens.  All because Iago is jealous of her new husband Othello.

Because of his own trusting nature, he's led into a paranoid delusion that spirals downward until driven to murder.  It is very possibly the most tragic and desperate of anything every written by Shakespeare.

Here we are faced with the idea that a man could love so deeply that just the mere thought that his wife could even be talking to another man in secret sends him into seizures.

What it brings to mind is everything from how deeply romantic the idea that love and lust could be that strong to the other end of the spectrum, which is how easily some people are to being abusive.  Cause let's face it,  Othello thou the victim of an evil plot still in the end kills his wife.