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Another day, another conversation, another set of mixed signals. Sigh

I don't know if I am wasting my time. One day at a time. While I'm in a Shakespeare mood anyway...

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow

Creeps 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 V,v

Let's hear it for 17th century nihilism ;-)

It's true though. It all seems so damned important, but what difference does it make?

Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/7173.html


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