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>What a piece of work is a man, How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty, 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 to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me; no, nor Woman neither; though by your smiling you seem to say so.
People usually have their clearest thoughts on complex matters such as the will and desire when they are driven to the point of incapability of action. Those who can, do. Those who cannot must sit quietly and let the world unfold before them. Such musings can, if not looked closely into, seem "deep", "insightful". To those who care not to ponder general concepts of such a kind, they might come off as noise, perhaps with a pleasing sounding clang, but still indeciphrable noise. The generality of concepts lets people think within purview only of what concerns all and holds true in every condition. It is good indeed to think in this general frame when venturing into unknown, mysterious realms hitherto unnavigated, but once the outline of the coast becomes clear and the continent is itself visible, generality loses its commanding impact, becoming a burden that cares not for particular occasions, definite subjects.
Generality. Perhaps it is nothing but vagueness, a form of evading the true matter at hand.
