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, January 31, 2016
TIME AND SPACE
I have been concentrating on my exercise and reached a huge goal yesterday. (My target has only been 10,000 steps.)
This helps explain why I am not as attentive to my blogging and commenting as I used to be. But I still read everyone.