Comments by "Nono Yorbusness" (@nonoyorbusness) on "Too Many White Men Flying Planes!" video.

  1. Our revels now are ended. Those craft that rode the thin cold sky, All our creations, and achievements As I foretold you, were all illusions, and Are melted into air, And like the baseless fabric of our mathematics, The cloud soaring machines, the technological marvels, Our civilisation, the great globe itself, Yea, all which our children should inherit, shall dissolve, And, like an insubstantial pageant fade, Leave not a rack behind. We were such stuff As dreams were made on; Now our little life Is rounded with a sleep. Prospero.
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