Monday, May 3, 2010
Our revels are now 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-capped 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 in a sleep.
William Shakespeare
Keep an eye on us brother
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