"We are such stuff/As dreams are made on; and our little life/Is rounded with a sleep"--have always seemed to me koan-like in their suggestiveness.It is easy to think that "rounded with a sleep" is equivalent to Nabokov's formulation in Speak, Memory, that "our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness." But Shakespeare doesn't say "darkness." He says "sleep." One cannot sleep and dream unless one is alive.
from Frank Wilson: When Falls the Coliseum: That's What He Said: Shakespeare's rich ambiguity
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