Joe: “I looked up my family tree.”
Pete: “Find anything interesting?”
Joe: “Two dogs were using it.”
Joe: “I looked up my family tree.”
Pete: “Find anything interesting?”
Joe: “Two dogs were using it.”
“The universe is always speaking to us… sending us little messages, causing coincidences and serendipities,reminding us to stop, to look around,
to believe in something else, something more.
As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII [All the world’s a stage]
William Shakespeare
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Joe: “My girlfriend said I was getting fat.”
Pete: “What did you say?”
Joe: “I said, ‘I’m not fat. I’m easier to see.'”
To Helen
Edgar Allen Poe
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary, way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece.
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I see thee stand!
The agate lamp within thy hand,
Ah! Psyche from the regions which
Are Holy Land!
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Let the little things slide and your relationship will instantly improve. Be quick to forgive those who love you, you’ll tie the relationship binds tighter.
You’ll soon discover your life overflows with love.