Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
- Wm. Shakespeare
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Dear Steve:
Well... it's certainly been one merry dance you've led us on!
For better or for worse, I doubt we'll see another quite like it.
So good-bye for now. Safe journeys.
I wish you well.
I wish you peace.