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
World peace.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day and week. ♥
Selfishly I really, really want to stop feeling sick for most of every day. World peace would be wonderful too.
ReplyDeleteBlack Forest cake with real cream, or a pavlova with whipped cream and banana. I'll settle for peace and quiet.
ReplyDeleteNothing I feel comfortable burdening you with... Mostly that a number of folks would crawl back into the woodwork.
ReplyDeleteVacation in a beach resort !
ReplyDeleteAssurance of a peaceful future for us all. (Yeah, I know! Go big or go home.)
ReplyDeleteAgreeing with Sandy. It would benefit all of us and is the first thing i thought of when i saw the question.
ReplyDeleteI want what I have so I'm pretty boring.
ReplyDeleteHope for the sick
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