When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.
Cause bridging the virtual world with the physical word is really when ….this life ,which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour ,is but a walking shadow ; a poor player ,that struts and frets his hour upon the stage ,and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot ,full of sound and fury ,signifying nothing .