What may this mean That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel Revisits thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous, and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls.

erainbowd

What thoughts are beyond the reaches of the soul?
What can we think that our souls cannot encompass?
Isn’t the whole idea of a soul that it should be infinite?
That it should reach to eternity? Both backward and forward, the soul
Extends in all directions
But a dead body in armor sees the moon
And even the soul loses its elasticity.

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