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 to be wished. To die to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, 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 despised 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 bare Bodkin? Who would Fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered Country, from whose bourn
No Traveller returns, Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
And thus the Native hue of Resolution
Is sicklied o'er, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their Currents turn awry,
And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy Orisons
Be all my sins remembered.[2]
- play "Hamlet", William Shakespeare, 1623
...Hammie in "Men In Tights"....
Whooooaaaaa. Mamma Mia. Now that's heavy for the first day back after Easter, huh? By the way Happy Easter dots! I tried to wish you a HE (Happy Easter) but my last BLOG thingie disappeared. No seriously. I was in a rush to post it (as I usually am!) and I had completed the writing with a HE and message that I was taking a well earned Hobo break while I was trying to dodge the local policia, and other authorities who are 'not happy Jan' with the location of La Chateau being anywhere! I was downloading (or is that uploading, Hmmmm.....???) some pictures when 'sim sola bim'.....vamoosh..... the whole BLOG thingie (words only????) disappeared. After a full blown tantrum including swearing under my breath, convulsions on the Library carpet, screams of insanity and a general fit of depression, I finally recovered after telling the Easter Bunny to jam it up it's egg laying duct, which probably explains why I received NIL chockie eggs on Sunday. Pretty sad story, hey dot. Anyway where that BLOG thingie ended up who knows so I'm sorry not to let you know about the Hobo break but I mean, seriously, what sort of a sick, depraved kinda thief steals Easter BLOG thingies? Mean, mean dot. Hope you choked on the verse whoever you are.
Ker Cum (that's the best spelling I could think of for 'clearing the throat').
Aaaaallright. Let's move on..........
Ker Cum (that's the best spelling I could think of for 'clearing the throat').
Aaaaallright. Let's move on..........
......Hammie ham'n it up.....
Now we have all had a nice few days break I hope, so the brain cells should be able to handle a bit of Hamlet, no? The above soliloquy (thats what they call 'big paragraph thingies') Hamlet questions the meaning of life. Just like ME. So straight away I have something in common with the Hamlet dude. OhK. So Hamlet questions also whether it is worthwhile to stay alive when life contains sooooo many hardships. In fact Hammie comes to the conclusion that the main reason we're all still kickin' is due to a fear of death and uncertainty of what lies ahead. Hmmmm....... Sounds very familiar if you ask moi.........
Right. Now I reckon Willie (Shakespeare) has used that funny Hamlet speak stuff above to make the same points as I have been making in my 'Working Backwards' theory. In fact I'd consider litigation for plagiarism except Willie got in before me. And he can't sue me because he's deaded. Heee Heee Heee..... Ker cum........
Anyway I hope you can have a good crack at trying to understand what Hammie was saying in big paragraph thingie because it is absolutely brilliant poetry. In my opinion THE best. If you go back and read it again it incorporates sooooo much of the stuff that I have sorta modernized. Much of my stuff is about using death as motivation for life as in "Memento Mori". Willie must have been very Spiritual because his Hammie verse contains sooooo much about his concerns and questions about the afterlife. In other words in Trigger Speak 'What happens when we get deaded?'. Where do we go? What happens to us? I mean it must have scared the living crap out of Ophelia when he hit her up with his psycho babble. Imagine walking into his joint, greeting him with "Hey Hammie", giving him a big smoocheroonie, and then he hits poor ole Ophelia up with "To be or not to be" . I mean reeeeally Hammie.... get a life!
Right. Now I reckon Willie (Shakespeare) has used that funny Hamlet speak stuff above to make the same points as I have been making in my 'Working Backwards' theory. In fact I'd consider litigation for plagiarism except Willie got in before me. And he can't sue me because he's deaded. Heee Heee Heee..... Ker cum........
Anyway I hope you can have a good crack at trying to understand what Hammie was saying in big paragraph thingie because it is absolutely brilliant poetry. In my opinion THE best. If you go back and read it again it incorporates sooooo much of the stuff that I have sorta modernized. Much of my stuff is about using death as motivation for life as in "Memento Mori". Willie must have been very Spiritual because his Hammie verse contains sooooo much about his concerns and questions about the afterlife. In other words in Trigger Speak 'What happens when we get deaded?'. Where do we go? What happens to us? I mean it must have scared the living crap out of Ophelia when he hit her up with his psycho babble. Imagine walking into his joint, greeting him with "Hey Hammie", giving him a big smoocheroonie, and then he hits poor ole Ophelia up with "To be or not to be" . I mean reeeeally Hammie.... get a life!
...... Hammie's girl, Ophelia Titties......
So I better be a bit serious for a sec. That soliloquy above is the greatest verse ever. In such a brilliant piece Shakespeare uses his story telling technique to describe his confusion as to the real meaning of life. Now that was nearly 400 years ago. Back then there was hardship and tragedy and humans then thought the same way that we all think today. Nothing changes. Nothing can. Shakespeare used his play "Hamlet" to describe that which we all go through in our lives. There are over one hundred BILLION human beings who have gone before us. Every single one of those human beings was faced with the same LIFE questions. For every single one of those LIVES there was NO ANSWER to those questions about the meaning of life, it's purpose, THE reason, where we go after death, where is God, is there a God, is there Heaven, is there Hell.? Same questions now, same questions then. But there is an answer to all of these LIFE questions. And the answer is there is no answer. There never was and there never will be. See, the answer is all caught up in your own personal FAITH. Your own FAITH and LOVE of your fellow man, are the answers to THOSE questions. So rather than go insane trying to find an answer to the question Hamlet asks, it can be simplified by adding one little two letter word to Hamlet's question "To BE or not to BE........
....... ME ......
Oh, by the way Happy Christmas, just in case!
....... ME ......
Oh, by the way Happy Christmas, just in case!
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