In awe I watched the waxing moon ride across the zenith of the heavens like an ambered chariot towards the ebon void of infinite space wherein the tethered belts of Jupiter and Mars hang forever festooned in their orbital majesty.
As i feast my eyes upon this divine comedy, I find myself fixated upon the same question as Hamlet once was - "To be or not to be" - a question which only time will answer with a derelict endorsement and some quick procrastination will follow.