What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form, in moving, 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; no, nor woman neither, though, by your smiling, you seem to say so.
Hamlet, Act II, scene ii
We are dust - and what is its quintessence? I will ask eternally...
And yet, Hamlet reveals a certain pathos in this quote - we will merely return to nothing, perhaps scatterings. But this need not be meaningless
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