The Question

[JBKlyde]

Shakespeare said "To Be or Not To Be, THAT is the Question". Well here we are in 21st century and we are still asking that question. In today's day and age reading and writing are so fundamentally required that we are actually loosing our grip on reality (or at least I am) because the languages of prophetic tungs, foreign tungs, and the tunges of angels, are so intrekitly twined with source code and the languages of the computer programs that it's almost impossible to find the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

So I believe that the best way to solve this problem is to ask more questions. Grant it I don't know the right questions to ask or who to ask them to however I think if ""WE"" are presistant enough we might be able to get our questions answered... TRUTHFULLY.

I dunno 3 cheers for Obama... No matter how much I want Romney the seat is Taken and I really just want to ask Obama one question... Whats YOUR good confession?? If he can answer that question the way it is designed to be answered then amen he's my hero. -JIL-

[Adak]

You want a "true confession" from a politician?

Ha ha haha haha hahahaha hahahaha hahahahaa hahahahahaha hahahahahaha!!! <ROFL>

You've got a lot to learn about politicians!

[JBKlyde]

Well if we can't get 'good confession from someone we trust to rule over us then I think we have just "pen pointed" the problem.

[JBKlyde]

and more than likely I WILL vote for Obama.. Cause I just wanna see what happens next.. The only thing I don't like about him is the thing about dept that's allot of money.. so please Obama fix the dept problem in the next 4 years.

[JBKlyde]

http://blog.beliefnet.com/news/2011/...rently-not.php

amen.. full steam AHEAD.. now live up to it and make history "in the name of"..

[Ibby]

PHEW

[tw]

Shakespeare has since been revised and corrected to become relevant.

To be, or not to be: that is the question of quantum physics.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the conumdrum.
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune spent learning mathematics.
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles found among so many in denial.

To die: to sleep as Shroeder's cat in a box of uranium.
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks of not knowing where I exist.
To sleep: perchance to dream: of teleportation not yet consigned.
For in that sleep of universes multiple
what dreams may come of resulting experiments.

When we have shuffled off positrons in an immense and buried coil,
Must give us pause: perchace a Bosom we may also encounter.
A calamity of so long life yet but measured in nanoseconds.
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins be remembered in my data.

[ZenGum]

I ask to be or not to be.
That is the question I ask of me.
This sullied life, it makes me shudder.
My uncle's boffing dear sweet mother.
Would I, could I take me life?
Could I, should I end this strife?
Should I jump out of a plane?
Or throw myself before a train?
Should I from a cliff just leap?
Could I put myself to sleep?
Shoot myself or take some poison?
Maybe try self immolation?
To shudder off this mortal coil,
I could stab myself with a fencing foil.
Slash my wrists while in the bath?
Would it end my angst and wrath?
To sleep, to dream, now there's the rub.
I could drop a toaster in my tub.
Would all be glad if I were dead?
Could I perhaps kill them instead?
This line of thought takes consideration-
For I'm the king of procrastination.