earth seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy,the air,this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason!how infinite in faculty! in form,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? man delights not me
you sound like grendel, love. ashes to ashes and slime to slime amen.