Saturday, April 30, 2011

My favorite new found quote

Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.

We all dream of finding where we belong, and with whom we belong. As Nick discussed in his paper, we need to figure out what part we play, and once we know that, we need to play it to our fullest.

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