Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.--William Shakespeare, The Tempest (Caliban), Act 3, Scene 2
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To thine own self be true.
~Hamlet (William Shakespeare)
The bard has said it all; lets swim in the ocean of unknown!
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