HE READS MUCH; HE IS A GREAT OBSERVER, AND HE LOOKS QUITE THROUGH THE DEEDS OF MEN.
WHY, MAN, HE DOTH BESTRIDE THE NARROW WORLD
LIKE A COLLOSSUS; AND WE PETTY MEN
WALK UNDER HIS HUGE LEGS, AND PEEP ABOUT
TO FIND OURSELVES DISHONORABLE GRAVES.
MEN AT SOME TIME ARE MASTERS OF THEIR FATES:
THE FAULT, DEAR BRUTUS, IS NOT OUR STARS,
BUT IN OURSELVES, THAT WE ARE UNDERLINGS.
Rio Aubry Taylor presents LIGHTRIOT 