Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim and Franke
Sunday, August 14, 2005
IT IS SUNDAY AND RAINING
I will get off my soapbox now. It's just that it is Sunday, so I am compelled to write sermons, plus it is raining and cooling things off which re-boots our brains.