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
Emotions
ReplyDeleteA great question that I don't have an answer to. I'll be pondering this though.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day. ♥
No answer from me, though I am often ashamed of our species. We are sooooo destructive. The flip side is that sometimes we are also creative.
ReplyDeleteTo be made in the image of God, at least originally. We've muffed it up, though.
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