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
"To infinity and beyond!" Great old timey rocket!
ReplyDeleteVery nicely done. That pulled pork sandwich is making me so hungry. I do like a good PP sandwich. Have a great day today.
ReplyDeleteFood and art. Win, win.
ReplyDeleteThat looks SO YUMMY! And I have "Rocket Man" in my ear...
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun rocket and delicious dinner.
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