Oh wheel of Axion!
I give—you give—we as one give—thus become, I and thou
and for one moment there exists the connection, fusion, of two souls
but as the Buddha foretold, we are beings of impermanance
as are our words, our memories, our humble futures
time is never our friend, my friend
for within his bending sickle compass comes
do you not know that we have sinned?
do you not know that we have let ourselves want?
Such that we have strung ourselves to Tantalus
Oh ever longing Tantalus, may your fortune not be mine
for to that there is no end, my friend
there is no end, only sweet pomegranate seed and bitter, bitter wine.
|Hamlet:||Ha, ha! are you honest?|
|Ham:||Are you fair?|
|Oph:||What means your lordship?|
|Ham:||That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.|
|Oph:||Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?|
|Ham:||Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love thee once.|
|Oph:||Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.|
|Ham:||You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it: I loved you not.|
|Oph:||I was the more deceived.|
|Ham:||Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me. I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between heaven and earth? We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.|