What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! And yet to me what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me- no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so... Hamlet as a play is so outrageously ahead of its time, and has such depth of subtext that's rarely explored well. This is the heart of it to me. Answer from jeremy-o on reddit.com