Some Prospero To End On

[fiat_knox]

Because Facebook won't accept this as a direct status update, I come as it indirectly, by posting these words of William Shakespeare's indirectly through Livejournal.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep. - The Tempest, Act IV, Scene i.

Comments

[mayphoenix.livejournal.com]

I love that quote. :)