It will happen or it won’t happen. That is the enquiry. It is nobler in the head to struggle the hardships and dangers of luck or to go to war against all of your troubles and then by fighting them you defeat them. To lay to rest, to always sleep, and if we sleep we end the suffering and all of the torturous things that the flesh is exposed to. It is something that is constantly wished. To die, to have an endless sleep to even possibly dream, yes, there’s the feeling, for when we die the dreams may come when we are no longer mortal and they must give us rest. That is the respect that makes suffering in life so long. Those who can bare the pain and torture of time, when you are oppressed by a proud man and the struggle of love that is despised, when the law is not dealt properly and the rudeness of the office and the denied requests, the patients of failing, when he might finally die with a bare knife? Who would bear his collection, to suffer and sweet under a tiresome life, but then dread the thought of death, the undiscovered place from which no one returns from, it puzzles the mind, it makes us want to bear all the pain and suffering that we have than get rid of them and go to others that we don’t know of? Our minds make us all cowards and makes us only see what we want to see, it makes us sick if we think about anything else, and we only focus on this moment and we disregard everything else and we lose our will power. You are so soft Ophelia! Beautiful, in prayer, Let all my sins be remembered.