"These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air,
And, like the baseless fabric of vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with sleep."
-- William Shakespeare, The Tempest
(which Wikipedia tells me debuted four hundred years ago
today)
[To all celebrating Samhain: Happy New Year. Good Hallowmass (All Saints Day) to everyone celebrating that. And peace to everyone remembering and honouring departed kin and friends for DÃía de los Muertos.]