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The Dream
Once upon a time I fell asleep, I slept through time and space and dreamed dull memories of a life that should of not have been. I slept through my childhood and into adolescents and my dreams were filled with fear and shame of the shell a of a person I cloaked myself in he was a shadow of something better underneath. In these times I dreamed of many things and many failures and brief moments of smiles and a door that was bolted and sealed, and yet I slept on. I began to dream into adulthood , I dreamt of for away places from my home and a miserable man dressed in green and brown lost in his own direction and in conflict with himself and the world around him and ignoring truth about who he was and yet the dream continued and the man came home and found that he was still lost in his own identity and direction. He tried many things to find his way but never would he reach for the door he long ago bared are chained and labeled “DO NOT OPEN” and yet I dreamed on… The seasons passed from summer to winter and summer again and in that dream the man fell in love and forgot the door and for a moment he was at peace and in that peace he found a family of his own, but he felt empty and dull and still lost. I dreamt the man began to remember the door, and he began a journey to find answers as to what was behind it and to what was his purpose. I dreamt He found sages and wise people and gained wisdom and most of all he found a key. I dreamed that the man began to face a fear a fear of the door and what was behind it but he knew he must face it and he tore down the barricades that were before the door and with shaky hands full of fear pulled out the key and reached for the door and unlocked it………. I woke up.
Yet here, Laertes! Aboard, aboard for shame!
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
And you are stay’d for.
There … my blessing with thee!
And these few precepts in thy memory
Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportion’d thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch’d, unfledg’d comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel but, being in,
Bear’t that th’ opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express’d in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man;
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell; my blessing season this in thee!
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
And you are stay’d for.
There … my blessing with thee!
And these few precepts in thy memory
Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportion’d thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch’d, unfledg’d comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel but, being in,
Bear’t that th’ opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express’d in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man;
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell; my blessing season this in thee!
“To gain wisdom one must know silence”
