Sound and fury, signifying nothing

by Will Pitt, FYI, for your information ( www.truthout.org/fyi/ , Wednesday, January 19, 2005)

 

A few minutes ago, I was staring out the window of the apartment where I am squatting here in DC, thanks to the kindness of friends. All of a sudden, the sky above the District erupted in a firestorm of light and thunder that glittered off the windows of the buildings and lit the underside of the low-hanging clouds. It was the fireworks display taking place in front of the White House, marking the opening of the inauguration festivities. Not long after, the Marine One helicopter bumbled across the sky like a pot-bellied bee.

The real fireworks will begin tomorrow. The whole display tonight put me in mind of some lines I once taught to my students, back when I was an English teacher a million years ago.

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.

Thanks to Dominick Di Noto for posting this on the [PeacePolitical] forum, where you may post comments and also see other readers' comments.  Please take a moment to respond with your thoughts, if you'd like to.  It's at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PeacePolitical/ .

 

-- Revrickm