To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
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.
William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Macbeth", Act 5 scene 5
Kinda much describes my current situation. All these words of anger, passion, fury, prejudice, disdain and pathetic, it just boils down to that one simple line, it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. Yup it has come down to this, I have nothing to talk about.
Note: A brief respite for me to be inspired.
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.
William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Macbeth", Act 5 scene 5
Kinda much describes my current situation. All these words of anger, passion, fury, prejudice, disdain and pathetic, it just boils down to that one simple line, it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. Yup it has come down to this, I have nothing to talk about.
Note: A brief respite for me to be inspired.