The Tempest by William Shakespeare

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As i foretolld you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, that great globe itself,
Yea , all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant play faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

Lets go back to the basics. Though we seem to ignore this issue, idealism vs materialism, it's always a thought that keeps us pondering. even for a second. Is our consciousness merely a state of the brain, or does mental states hold a larger part of life; a spiritual reality outside of our material one. Maybe i do agree with shakespeare, that the universe is merely an idea, but till things are made clearer... i still continue to wonder.

Labels: A Touch of literature, Philosophical Rantings

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Exclamation_popcorn reflected on life at 6:07 PM