A Fond Farewell

July 24, 2017

“Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe 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.“

–William Shakespeare
From The Tempest, Act 4, Scene 1

I was planning another blistering attack on the left-liberal clergy’s views on immigration. But it has become difficult for me to pick, choose, and click the right letters. As a result, I think the time has come for me to wind up the work on these idea blogs. I’m really sorry to do this because I have invested so much and I do enjoy writing them. I chose one of my heroes (and namesakes), Bill Shakespeare, to grace my final offering. Some scholars think the above quote was Shakespeare himself in disguise as the old Prospero in his last play, The Tempest

I do reserve the right to return occasionally if I so desire.

Bill Stonebarger, Owner/President (and sole employee), Hawkhill

P. S. For the minority who want to know more details on my journey through the ideas swamp from devout Catholic to left-liberal clergy to conservative libertarian, I seriously suggest you buy, curl up on the couch, and slowly read any one of my three recent books—Twilight or Dawn? A Traveler’s Guide to Free-Market Liberal Democracy, East Gilman Street, or Bill’s Blogs. Or view some of my video-illustrated ideas about science and society free on YouTube.

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