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To be, or not to be: that is the question. O’, to be unseen by the hands of the greater good! Fettered with ignorance, a bliss more wanton than the love Of a willing beauty; higher than the unknown Depths of stars on a black hole journey; richer than Humus long unturned by the spade of time – to be Unmarked and bare - unknowing of what is, truly, is The forethought of a hindsight never claimed. Yet, to be known and to know, is the means of The seeker, the listener, and the master of blood! To be is within and without, the stars and the earth, The state of no mind, and the keeper of no time; The light in the darkest dark – unbound is this Striving, from a heart meant to endure! But alas, A torment follows the lit up singular, the gold Amongst flesh, for all the world wishes to possess Its worth; to know it intimately – to siphon its essence From its stock piled earned, and spit each transmuted Cell into the dust of a desperate house; To dust beneath the feet, of unwavering laws. To be is death - a dying into blindness, reborn Without a stage; unseen by hands that widdle away Their time on precarious planks, not knowing A thing about those who see their folly, Nor the consequence of their unending ignorance. To be, or not to be: there is no question. The first line here is from the Grand Master, Shakespeare's Hamlet, act 3, scene 1...To be or not to be:that is the question....best line ever.

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To Be, Or Not To Be: That Is the Question.

To be, or not to be: that is the question. O’, to be unseen by the hands of the greater good! Fettered with ignorance, a bliss more wanton than the love Of a willing beauty; higher than the unknown Depths of stars on a black hole journey; richer than Humus long unturned by the spade of time – to be Unmarked and bare - unknowing of what is, truly, is The forethought of a hindsight never claimed. Yet, to be known and to know, is the means of The seeker, the listener, and the master of blood! To be is within and without, the stars and the earth, The state of no mind, and the keeper of no time; The light in the darkest dark – unbound is this Striving, from a heart meant to endure! But alas, A torment follows the lit up singular, the gold Amongst flesh, for all the world wishes to possess Its worth; to know it intimately – to siphon its essence From its stock piled earned, and spit each transmuted Cell into the dust of a desperate house; To dust beneath the feet, of unwavering laws. To be is death - a dying into blindness, reborn Without a stage; unseen by hands that widdle away Their time on precarious planks, not knowing A thing about those who see their folly, Nor the consequence of their unending ignorance. To be, or not to be: there is no question. The first line here is from the Grand Master, Shakespeare's Hamlet, act 3, scene 1...To be or not to be:that is the question....best line ever.