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
I fear for our country-- Even if the orange one goes away, it will take years and a great deal of wisdom to bring us together again. Thanks for posting this.
Brilliant. Me too.
ReplyDeleteWe need this at this terrible time in American history.
ReplyDeleteLovely words just very sad.
ReplyDeleteI'll join in with this Standing for Love thing. After all, "Love conquers all" doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteI fear for our country-- Even if the orange one goes away, it will take years and a great deal of wisdom to bring us together again. Thanks for posting this.
ReplyDelete