tchoc may see what you see, Boss;
but tchoc seems to interpret that view, differently
it's two-up and
the coin tumbles
faster than a falling teacup
perhaps a little more tail than head
a simmering spin in that toss;
a shimmering hum-ilt
...To be rich, or to be in love?
that is the question:
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Loving Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by hugging, end them:
... to say we end
The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That love or poverty is heir to?
'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished.
...to Dream; Aye, there's the rub,
For in that sleep what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this money coil,
Must give us pause.
There's the respect
That makes Calamity of life:
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely,
The pangs of despised Love, the Law’s delay,
The insolence of Office, and the Spurns...
...Who would Far-dels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after "without you";
The undiscovered Country, from whose bourn
Only tchoc- Travellers return, Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to other loves and hatreds that we know not of.
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
And thus the Native hue of loving Resolution
and coinless coffers
Is sicklied o'er, cut down, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and lust
and moment, in this regard
Are turned awry, abandoned
And lose the name of Action.
Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia? Nymph of wealth and hopelessness in thy Orisons...
and oh! what bright horizons they could be yet...
To be, or not to be a delicious tchocolatl-love;
That is the question.
(With apologies to Billy S.)
Mat the belly-button gazer.