To c, or not to c,: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of Newtonian travel,
Or to take arms against a sea of causality,
And by opposing end them? To hyperspace: to jump;
Evermore; and by superluminal travel we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That species is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd.

(Promoted from comments here, because it's shaping up to be that kind of week.)