To be, or not to be? My conclusion.

As water – rivers, lakes, seas and oceans, communicate with each other and represent a single system into which life has penetrated; how the air (atmosphere) is the same for the entire planet; how the soil (pedosphere) is formed from the earth's crust (shell) and the life of organisms – interacts with the lithosphere (the solid outer vertical layer of the Earth), the hydrosphere (the total mass of water located on the surface of the planet), the atmosphere (a layer of gas or layers of gases that envelop the planet and are held in place by the gravity of the planetary body) and the biosphere (the global ecological system that unites all living beings and their relationships, including their interaction with elements of the lithosphere, cryosphere, hydrosphere and atmosphere) and which are constantly changing in shape; as the cosmos, in which everything is interconnected, and man, an insignificant element of the cosmos that arose on Earth, is forced to be interconnected with all the elements of evolution – the development of a form that in humans is called “life”. The meaning of evolution is not to perish; this requires constant development, and at the same time, improvement. It is difficult to understand to what extent this can go, since different laws apply in space, and a person is so weak and helpless that he can only adapt to the environment around him, like all other living organisms and objects. Conclusion: humanity needs unified control and a single goal, it’s time to rethink its condition in space: to survive or not to survive, that is the question... Just kidding.

I remind those who are interested.

"To be, or not to be" is a soliloquy given by Prince Hamlet in the so-called "nunnery scene" of William Shakespeare's play Hamlet (Act 3, Scene 1):

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? 'Tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,

To sleep, perchance to Dream; aye, there's the rub,

For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause. There's the respect

That makes Calamity of so long life:

For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,

The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely, [F: poore]

The pangs of despised Love, the Law’s delay, [F: dispriz’d]

The insolence of Office, and the spurns

That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,

When he himself might his Quietus make

With a bare Bodkin? Who would Fardels bear, [F: these Fardels]

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscovered country, from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have,

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of Resolution

Is sicklied o'er, with the pale cast of Thought,

And enterprises of great pitch and moment, [F: pith]

With this regard their Currents turn awry, [F: away]

And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,

The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy Orisons

Be all my sins remember'd.

 

Links:

Soil – Wikipedia (turbopages.org);

To be, or not to be – Wikipedia.