Suffering seems too commonplace nowadays. It's easy to just turn the world off. Sometimes a reminder is neccessary.
Pulitzer Prizes are given for a reason.
I'm moved.
"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."
1 comment:
dude
you always say, "Mind over matter."
i say, "God over all."
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