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
Frankie and Slim
Happy New Year
Monday, August 11, 2025
QUESTION OF THE WEEK...08-11-2025
What is the simplest truth you can express in words?
"To thine own self be true."
ReplyDeleteI'm with Debra. I was thinking the same thing.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day and week. ♥
I have to agree with Debra and Sandee.
ReplyDelete“Stuff” happens.
ReplyDeleteThere is beauty everywhere.
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