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
Yes, it is and it does not get the press.
ReplyDeleteI like this day better
ReplyDeleteI hope that we remember and give thanks every day.
ReplyDeleteThis is a special day which has more meaning for me than many of the others...
I celebrate all saints, but my favorite is tomorrow. All Souls!
ReplyDeleteSo true....
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