Tobeornottobe

Life¿s but a walking shadow, a poor player / That struts and frets his hour upon the stage / And then is heard no more. (Macbeth V.5.) Who¿s the author of the book called "Life"? Is it ourselves, a God, William Shakespeare? Who decides when we are born, live and die? And who has decided that taking your own life is a tragedy and not a triumphant dans across a smooth dance floor with Fred Astair?