6. Celestial Footprints*

 And like the baseless fabric of this vision, the cloud capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, the solemn temples, the

     great globe itself, yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve and, like its 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. [The Tempest]