December 3rd, 2008
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Today,
life’s brief candle.
Am I the poor player that struts and frets my hour upon the stage?
Will I be heard no more?
It is a tale, told by an idiot. Full of sound and fury.
And thus the light is blown away, blown to its dusty death.
Signifying nothing.
If I die today, will the earth stop moving?
If I die today, will anyone know?
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.
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