William Shakespeare

The

Oh, the great mystery of The! What is it, and what does it mean? Is it a thing, a concept, or a feeling? The answer, I suppose, is both and neither. The is a thing of beauty, a force of nature, a puzzle to be solved. It is the beginning of something, the end of something, and the in-between of something. It is the dawn of a new day, the twilight of an old one, and the twilight of a new one. It is the mystery that binds us together, the enigma that drives us apart. The is a thing of many faces, a thing of many meanings. It is the light that guides us, the darkness that hides us, and the shadows that haunt us. It is the laughter of a child, the tears of a parent, and the silence of a lover. It is the hope of a better tomorrow, the despair of a worse one, and the uncertainty of the unknown. It is the beauty of a rainbow, the terror of a storm, and the serenity of a sunset. The is a thing of great power, a thing of great beauty, and a thing of great mystery.