As I cannot think of anything earth-shattering, my feelings would best be expressed by a soliloquy from Hamlet, by William Shakespeare. "What a piece of work is a man... how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties! In form and moving, how express and admirable--in action, how like an angel, in apprehension, how like a god! The beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! And yet what, to me, is this quintessence of dust? No, man delights not me. No, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so." --II, iii

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