I am like most here, I'm don't walk around with a big tee shirt saying atheist or have Christopher hitchens tattooed on my chest. I take a live and let live attitude, you get along with your life and how you believe and I'll go on with mine. The only exceptions to this are when someone preaches at me, then I'll rip apart every word from your mouth without mercy, or if I am drunk, because I rant sometimes when I'm drunk.
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.
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.
