To eat or be eaten that is the question;
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The nibbles and gnawing of outrageous friends,
Or to take arms against them first as they nod off,
And by ripping sinewy chunks, end them. To die, to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we tasted, we live with
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is yummy once marinated too — 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be eaten. To die, to burp my best bud up;
To sleep, and wake up half eaten... Ay, there's the rub,
A nice good steakrub... mean back rub...
I wonder what you do to feel like that, I want to go there too! Hah, but meditation is a hard one for me, I can't help thinking about everything every second.
Kaltxi Fkeu'itan. Thanks for getting back to me. Don't worry, I know what it's like to be busy - I've still got 3 weeks of last years holiday to use up before I start this years! Mind you it'll come in handy for this project. I look forward to hearing from you tomorrow.