Though it be cold, i wear no clothes, the frost and snow i never fear; i value neither shoes nor hose, and yet i wander far and near: my diet is forever good, i drink no cider, port, nor sack, what providence doth send for food, i neither buy, nor sell, nor lack what am i ??
Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream ... read more