>>106402008
"She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
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. "
I was just reading this earlier, gripped by similar thoughts. Oh well, "To have committed every crime but that of being a father" to quote Cioran. But I must admit, Shakespeare feels empowering even in pessimism. But I'll stop /lit/posting now.