I am come to bury Microsoft, not to praise him. Whether 'tis nobler to suffer the waits and crashes of miscontentment, or to purge these cities of stone within their walls with such Intent as to raise great Elatement within their peoples.
Alas, poor wretches, how the mighty seem to fall, encumbered by such devilry as could befall a mortal man that now be caste asunder by the action of the just against these abhorations of avarice and worldly conquest. For their's was once the concept of this new age dawning, but now be left behind by actions of their own devising.
Is this a mere man I see before me? Thou claimest to be a king before all mortals, but appear to be far less! Thus we perceive, a man without intentions to bring forth a better world for one and all. But lo, what light through yonder windows breaks, advancing forth with stealth and steadyness, to work unseen among the multitudes to gain a platform common amongst all.
For art thou not a man, one for all seasons, whom in his glory bringest forth great things borne out of wisdom and knowledge, gained through the ages past and proven within sight of others?
Alas, poor AmigActive; I knew them well. Wether 'tis nobler to suffer the slings and arrows of miscontentment, or to go towards tomorrow with indignation, casting off thine histories as shadows with uncertainty laid as a path before one's careful footsteps?