In-Twain'd Hamlet's Return

It interesting how something can pop up within the constructs of the human mind when you least expect it. . . like the quotes from this post: In-Twain'd Hamlet's Dead Poet.

"Don't go around saying the world owes you a living; the world owes you nothing; it was here first” - Twain

And yet you can hear the roar of the circus now - the mob cheering for the bread and cakes. Proving once more:

“It is hard to free fools from the chains they revere.” - Voltaire

Right now my infinite space seems to be filled with the grit of nutshells everywhere. Although uncomfortable it does prevent the nightmares that might come with sleep and dream.

"[For] A dream itself is but a shadow" - Hamlet

As to which shades foreshadow that which is meant to be, the three sisters have yet to say, and most likely will not until the final thread is cut.