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,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Happy New Year
Saturday, June 09, 2007
HUMAN SADNESS
When true life drama swirls around us and human frailty is on our doorstep, it is much easier to wrap up in chicken dilemmas than face family hardships.
I hope your sorrow will abate soon.
ReplyDeleteThis too shall pass, hopefully soon. Hope things getter much better really quickly.
ReplyDeleteI wish i had some chickens!
ReplyDeleteI guess I will fret over the plants instead!