With thanks and apologies to Shakespeare Hamlet, Act III, Scene One To write or not to write – that is the question. Whether tis nobler to shelter ambiotic ideas That push for life, To suffer their silent screams for release Or oppose their birth, Let them die And sleep no more. Perchance tis time to take arms Against the fear of creation, To nurture the dream, Explore undiscovered country, Woo outrageous fortune, Ignore heartache From the thousand shocks of life. A pale pause – Of risk, if consummation lacks In putting pen to paper, Words to life, Heart to the world. Should cowardice appear, WhatRead More →