Omerta

the great bard
through the voice of the immortal Hamlet
once said

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 heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
that flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
devoutly ot be wish'd. 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. there's the respect
that makes calamity of so long life;
for who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
the pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
the insolence of office, and the spurns
that patient merit of the unworthy takes,
when he himself might his quietus make
with a barebodkin? who would fardles bear,
to grunt and sweat under a weary life,
but that the dread of something after death,
the undisocver'd country from whose bourn
no traveller returns, puzzles the will,
and makes us rather bear those ills we have
than fly to otthers we know not of?

better said than anything i could come up with
the bard will live on
as long as men can find solace
by finding similarities
between the agonies in fiction
and in life
then again
which is which?




go wsdc 06!

posted by S @ Tuesday, July 11, 2006