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Drama Of The Theater

Behold our world is a world of gray,
Broken apart and scattered away.
All who are actors, act in this play;
This theater of nothingness.

Meaningless; what purpose has meaning?
Mangled together and endlessly dreaming.
All who are dancers, dance in this play;
This drama of nothingness.

Tangled and tried we lie close together,
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Jacob R 06 July 2006

'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.' -From Macbeth (V, v,19) i thought of this

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Landrey 05 July 2006

Dark...dark...dark then a hint...SUNRISE. -landrey

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