creation.

Tonight, a Comedian died in New York.
Friday, July 10, 2009
at 9:57 PM;

To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream

I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought

Never compromise. Not even in the face of Armageddon.

the rest is silence;