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To be, or not to be, aye, there's a point
To die, to sleep, is that all? Aye all
No, to sleep, to dream, aye merry, there it goes
For in that dream of death, when we awake
And borne before an everlasting Judge
From whence no passenger ever returned
The undiscovered country, at those sight
The happy smile, and the accursed damned
But for this, the joyful hope of this


~Hamlet - William Shakespeare