I try not to repeat myself too often; but as the daily news grows worse and worse, and the world’s situation more dire by the hour, my mind keeps returning to the words of Macbeth:

“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.”

– William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act V, Scene 5

I keep thinking that this life, governed as it is by idiots, must have some significance . . . but at this point, I’m damned if I can figure out what it is.

And apparently, neither could Macbeth.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
3/1/26