“We Are Such Stuff as Dreams Are Made On”

I know that you, as all of us erudite sentient beings, have pondered Prospero’s meaning when he uttered these profound words in Act IV of Shakespeare’s “The Tempest.”  If you are one of the pitiable intellectual wannabes you most likely accept the standard English Lit 101 sophomoric explanation that he is commenting on the illusory nature of life.

But for those of us who have been blessed with an other-worldly intellect and always wend our way through the very soul of Shakespeare’s psyche have realized’ there is much more here, a deeper meaning that causes us to question our own existence. 

And for those of you who expect me to spoon-feed you the deep mysteries of the Universe I have unraveled I say tough toenails!  It’s for me to know and you to find out.  Nanny, Nanny, Nanny-Goat! In other words: GO FISH!  Tell your story walking, Dumbo.

I’ll show those Jerk-offs at MENSA International who’s qualified and whose not.  I’m coming for you Björn Liljeqvist!