With the substitution of, maybe, "earthly life" for "the dream" (which isn't that much of a substitution), I'd agree almost entirely with your last paragraph.
... And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great earth itself,
Yea, all which it inherit shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
One of my favorite ever English texts. |
