Essentially, we all want to be adventurous, ambitious, attractive and likeable, curious, dependable, educated, enjoyable, extrovert, familial, financially free, forgiving, free, friendly, good listener, good parents, happy, hardworking, harmless, healthy, helpful, humble, humorous, imaginative, inspiring, intelligent, intimate, knowledgeable, law abiding, leaders, likeable, moral, organized and efficient, passionate, peaceful, popular, religious and spiritual, respectful, selfless, smart and rational, social, stable and safe, stress and anxiety free, successful in job and business, superior, technically knowledgeable, thoughtful, wealthy, wise and serene.

However, briefly, we could say that we all want to be SUPER-HOT, SUPER-RICH, AND SUPER-HAPPY. How well we can succeed in all we want to be! This website, unisuns.com, is a collection of proven ideas of hundreds of very successful philosophers, scientists, authors and entrepreneurs for one to be SUPER-HOT, SUPER-RICH AND SUPER-HAPPY. We welcome all visitors to advance their thoughts and comments on any contents of this website.

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
o William Shakespeare, As You Like It




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