Sep 16, 2004 16:34
I find myself sitting here wanting to write in this thing and not really knowing what to write about. On the one hand I like to put things here that are thought provoking. To stimulate thinking into new realms of stuff. So what is this that I am writing now. Nothing. Just a big bunch of nothing. Just a stream of goblins that means nothing.
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Something something signifying nothing. What's that line?
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"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 v, Scene v, I think.
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