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
My daughter is a fantastic artist in every medium. She can do anything in the visual arts field and this was a church project she took on in 2005. I love this cross that she designed and built for a special prayer nook in their Missouri church, incorporating terracotta pot pieces signed and decorated from many if not all of the church members.