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Personally, when I contemplate the subject, I'm torn between :
"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."
and ...
"I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies."...
Interestingly the British Humanist Association has recently started a campaign of "advertisments" on London buses. The ad slogan reads: "There's probably no God. Now stop worrying and enjoy your life."
"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."
and ...
"I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies."...
Interestingly the British Humanist Association has recently started a campaign of "advertisments" on London buses. The ad slogan reads: "There's probably no God. Now stop worrying and enjoy your life."
by U668857 on Jan. 18 2009