The poem is an act of the mind, not a transcription of the world.
We want to be remembered as a group that worked hard.
"Sometimes the most important things are the ones we don’t talk about."
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,