To be or not to be -- that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles and, by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep -- no more -- and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to -- 'tis consummation devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep -- to sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub, for in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
Such a heavy burden now to be the One.
Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending,
To write it down for all the world to see.
