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, December 09, 2007
Tandy sent this to remind us when we were the Advent Family.
THERE'S THE CHURCH AND THE WINDOW STEEPLE WHERE'S THE GATHERING WHO IS THAT ONE PEOPLE?