The Human Condition

University of Toronto

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Read the Printed Word!

"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."

The sound of basketballs outside on the street is strangely comforting

(and frustrating, knowing you can’t be out there enjoying the weather yourself)

"True friendship resists time, distance and silence."

"Love is also a violence, and cannot be undone."