Shakespeare writing his last play "The Tempest" written all by himself, makes it operate around Prospero and it seems to be the platform for his 'retirement' speech;

If one wades through it all, as an atavistic art lover would, one finds the eyes telling the basic, essential line life of any creative entity, a line which is forever stitched into the dna of all things alive as they should relatively to the environment which will carry them through their lifespan;

No wonder is the final oration of Prospero considered The Memorable speech out of all the Man's literary output, for it unrolls the most complex scroll, the one forever the soul of any creative entity;

It is not an answer or a riddle, it is the question, the portal through which anyone intuitive enough to let curiosity open it up and start walking the hard hard life of the creative off this world being;