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
Monday, August 01, 2011
QUESTION OF THE WEEK 8-01-11
Is there such a thing as coincidence?
What coincidence or series of strange coincidences have occurred in your life recently? Numerous things have miraculously fallen into place for us these past few months and it is difficult to define any one of them as mere coincidence.