What’s life? A frenzied, blurry haze.What’s life? Not anything it seems.A shadow. Fiction filling reams.All we possess on earth means nil,For life’s a dream, think what you will,And even all our dreams are dreams.
Pedro Calderon de la Barca
What’s life? A frenzied, blurry haze.What’s life? Not anything it seems.A shadow. Fiction filling reams.All we possess on earth means nil,For life’s a dream, think what you will,And even all our dreams are dreams.