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
museum mural sketch by EAGHL
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
OH MY GOSH OH GOLLY
I have been featured twice in BEVERLY BITES headlines this week! I am honored. I've been following her since I found her blog through the ageless project quite a while ago.