To be or not to be, that is the question. For many decades (excuse me for the exaggeration, I am not that old), I have desperately sought its real meaning. Whether it's just Shakespeare's endeavor to promote his palpable brilliance, or his unsuppressed desire to baffle our already-confused brains with his intricate ciphers, I cannot truly fathom the real significance of the famous quote. However, I have several hypotheses with its real intention (which I think are as valid as those so-called experts' theories, unless they have proved that they have conversed with Shakespeare himself face-to-face): One, it proves that Hamlet is a very well-versed goodie-goodie that had nothing to do with his pathetic life, Two, Shakespeare stole the quote from a Dune episode (and to this day I still refuse to acknowledge Dune as a before-Shakespeare venture), or Three, the most likely of my theorems... Shakespeare is disillusioned with his society and came out with perplex creativities to bedazzle the upcoming generations. I found a few hours later through extensive research some factual documents that states Shakespeare's disgust with his civilization. Great. It's nice to know that I'm not the only one bored with this pathetic world.
             Ahhhh... the creativity of man. For countless eras it didn't fail to astound the people who witnessed it. It was neither toiled nor plotted, it just occurred unintentionally. Constant change and disenchantment opened the people's minds; turning their delusions to reality. And as Shakespeare and his state of cultural nausea materialized in my mind, a kaleidoscope of elapsed memories came flooding unto me:
             I was on a vacation with a couple of friends a year ago, exactly why I can't commemorate clearly. My friend, Allen the Generous, explained to me that their family has this sequestered house somewhere north of La Union. I vaguely remember the memories of that incident, mainly...