Let me stand aside for a moment and allow Shakespeare to elaborate on yesterday’s post for me. To wit, from Sonnet XIII,
“O, that you were yourself! But, love, you are
No longer yours than you yourself live here.
Against this coming end you should prepare
And your sweet semblance to some other give.
It’s hard to read Shakespeare’s first 15 sonnets with any biological insight and still conclude the man was a mere mortal. It beggars the imagination to think he could have written something like that 250 years before Darwin. The world is burdened with the tomes of philosophers who completely missed the point, but this man nails the essence of human existence with a few lines of poetry.