"What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god - the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! And yet to me what is this quintessence of dust?" ¬ Hamlet, Act II Scene 2.
What strange things I discover of myself each day; what strange treasons in my body and mind, ever lustful to chain this immortal soul to this fleeting world. "To be, or not to be;" that, indeed, is the question. And the more I am the more I question myself thus...
