to know or not to know: that is the question:
whether 'tis nobler in the mind to see
the joys and blessings of a holy process,
or to stay blind within a sea of light,
and by opposing block it? to die? to sleep?
no more? and by sleep to say we end
the jubilation of a thousand natural graces
that we are heir to, 'tis a separation
devoutly to be spurn'd. to live! to wake!
to wake: surely to love: ay, there's the bliss;
for in that wakefulness what dreams may come
when we have shuffled off the ego's spoil,
we must not pause: there's the respect
that makes the happiness of so long life
for who would enjoy the twists and turns of time,
the Creator's right, the angels' messages,
the perks of eternal love, divine law's quick pay,
the graciousness of friends and the boons
the patient merit of the worthy takes,
when he himself might his future make
with a bare wanting! who would stories share,
to smile and laugh amidst a lovely life,
and that the feeling of something upon breath,
the imagined country to whose warmth
the seeker arrives, enamors the soul
and makes us rather like these tasks we have
than run to others we know not of.
thus consciousness does make sages of us all;
and thus the native hue of resolution
is brightened more-so with the correct set of thought
and enterprises of great pith and moment
with this regard their currents turn on point,
and embody the name of action.
