If there is a point, a meaning, whoever devised it has done a piss-poor job of conveying the message. Whatever is the Truth, 90% of the world is wrong about it to greater or lesser degree, and it has ever been thus. I blame the teachers.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrowCreeps in this petty pace from day to dayTo the last syllable of recorded time,And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor playerThat struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then is heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing.
If there is a point, a meaning, whoever devised it has done a piss-poor job of conveying the message. Whatever is the Truth, 90% of the world is wrong about it to greater or lesser degree, and it has ever been thus. I blame the teachers.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrowCreeps in this petty pace from day to dayTo the last syllable of recorded time,And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor playerThat struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then is heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing.