<iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lDPn4d651zM?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>[align=right] "To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to." – Hamlet, William Shakespeare.[/align] In the realm of human consciousness, the few cubic centimeters inside out own sculls we are bound only by the laws which we ourselves choose to bind ourselves by. And it is those laws that shape our actions, shape us. Under the driving rain the car powered over the slick roads the raindrops looking like white streaks in the headlights of the car. It had taken him days to get here, weeks maybe. Time wasn’t as important as it once was, not when you couldn’t remember more than a century ago and had the crushing chasm of eternity gaping before you. And after so long what was there left to chase but shadows? He was drawn here, by what he could not say, only that he was close and as the thunder pealed and the lightning flashed he saw his destination. It was covered in rues and section of it had collapsed but it was where he could find what he was looking for, where he was drawn. That which would give him peace. The breaks squeaked as he pulled over, and pulling his coat around him he stepped out the falling drops making a deafening sound on the old metal roof. In the lights of the headlamps there was a door and he made note of it before cutting the engine. Gravel crunching beneath his feet he reached the door to hind a heavy chain holding it shut. With a sigh he curled his fingers around it and pulled and metal bending a snapping with a ringing sound before he pulled the door open and silhouetted in the doorway made his presence known. “Attention factory floor!” he yelled. “Is anyone in here?” He stepped inside as another peel of thunder rolled though the heavens. This had better not be a waste of time.