[SuchFriendsAreDangerous]

Originally Posted by Lurker

I posted this in the science thread so it's on my mind:

Macbeth:

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.

"Are you not moved, when all the sway of Earth shakes like a thing unfirm?"