In act 4, scene 1, Prospero says, “”we are such stuff as dreams are made on and our little life is rounded sleep.” This happens to be my favorite quote in the play so far. Prospero is making a connection between the spirits to the physicality of life itself. The spirits produce wonderful illusions of Gods and Goddesses, but what happens when the performance is over? There is nothing left. This relates to that of a human dream. While sleeping, the mind can produce amazing images to appear as real life, but once awake, the dreams disappear, as if they were never there. Both of these examples connect to a much greater example, life. People live their lives and then they die. Although this is a sad realization, everything must come to an end.