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
These are all good ones.
ReplyDeleteLoved them all
ReplyDeleteLoved them all but have experienced the second one often.
ReplyDeleteYes, yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes.
ReplyDeleteThe first speaks loudest to me.
ReplyDeleteThose are good, I like the secret destination!
ReplyDeleteExcellent, and if it's okay with you, i won't change my mind about that. Other things, yes, but not that.
ReplyDeleteSo true and I like the first one best.
ReplyDeleteKerouac wrote everything on lined legal pads-- by hand. His empty pages got filled. Leary changed his mind and many others... A fine grouping.
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