“…to die, to sleep, to sleep, perchance to dream; aye, there’s the rub, for in that sleep of death, what dreams may come…”
Shakespeare was a genius.
Every time I read this one soliloquy, I find new, deeper meanings.
How did he imagine it? How did he write it? How did he think of these perspectives? How did he convert them to words? So beautiful. So clever.
I am amazed, humbled, staggered, and deeply in awe. The man was a rockstar.
