Rejection of Passivity

“This is the excellent foppery of the world, that,

when we are sick in fortune,--often the surfeit

of our own behavior,--we make guilty of our

disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as

if we were villains by necessity; fools by

heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and

treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards,

liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of

planetary influence; and all that we are evil in,

by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion

of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish

disposition to the charge of a star.”

-- Edmund Act 1, Scene ii

Standing ready to release all my anguish

As the rain beats upon my head, the whole Weight of the world — damning —

If not to drive me to insanity, then why so unrelenting?

Around me stand forest trees, deeply rooted and steadfast

The coarse whistling of pine needles thrashing about themselves — yet, they stand unwavering

Am I to stand here, Resolute in my misfortune

As the ruthless torrents of the world are so inclined to disfavor my own fruition

Not satisfaction nor contentment can be attained through inaction —

Only fools and cowards choose to remain Sedentary when slighted

Whether by one man or the whole world,

It is unbecoming of mankind to shy away from what the Cosmos has delivered to their feet.