Wed Dec 03, 2003 5:18 am by Sir Spectre
As for my first post after beginning my thread for the new play. I have to take issue with this one. Sir Daisy Cutter?
It is flattering to imitated, but to imitate is to not be unique; and to not be unique is to be unimaginative; and to be unimaginative is to have low brain power; thus it is not so flattering to be imitated afterall for who wants to suffer the copies of despised sillyness to such an end as to annoy and thrust an unwanted grievance into our midst.
Daisy Cutter, drop the ego and beget your own creativity by stirring the thoughts and processes that merely lay dorment until such time as it is heated to a temperate storm of ideas that will lead you to a profound experience of thinking for yourself.
Sir Spectre
From the play Reynet: The Prince of Starfyre:
Reynet: To be, or not to be: that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the spams and emails of outrageous Microsoftia fortune, or to take arms against a sea of lawyers. And by opposing, end them? To die: to sleep; to log off; no more; and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that circuit board is err to, 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep; to sleep, perchance to dream: aye, there's the rub; for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this Lancer coil, must give us pause. There's the respect that makes calamity of so long work; for who would bare the copies and scams of thieves? The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, the insolence of office and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes? To grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after legal action? The undiscovered country from whose work is bourn no traveler returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bare those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action!
Edited by - Sir Spectre on 03-12-2003 05:23:20
