"Tongue, lose thy light.
Moon, take thy flight.
Now die, die, die, die, die!"
Midsummer Night's Dream
Yes, I'm still quoting. Meh... I'm melancholy today.
I have a piece of glass stuck in my arm. Does that mean I should be bleeding?
I'm sorry. Its an imitation wound. I'm fine. I'm great.
I know only one thing, and that thing is that I know nothing.