Dec 02 2006
About
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.
- Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19–28
William Shakespeare I am not, but I do enjoy a finely crafted turn of phrase, at which Mr. Shakespeare is an expert.
Actually, this quote is to a purpose. It underlines the fleeting nature of living in this fallen world and all too often our candle is brief. This is something to remember when life seems to shrink into the narrow confines of politics, which is more liken to prostitution than anything else.
When I began this blog a little over a year ago, I wanted to interject some kind of sanity into the national discussion, a small, infinitesimal part to play, to be sure. But it’s still a part.