(September 2, 2014 at 2:28 am)Minimalist Wrote:(September 2, 2014 at 12:55 am)Cthulhu Dreaming Wrote: Ain't gonna matter, nobody is going to catch up with him as long as he keeps posting. I'm over eleven thousand behind and not gaining any ground (and am not trying any more).
I'm bound to die eventually.
Yes, but death will probably have to register on the board and give you a rep first.
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.
