"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." - William Shakespeare
Oh such empty words of dispare and defeat upon the furrowed face of Macbeth during his most troubling of times. He saw an end with little meaning or recourse, devoid of hope and direction. But we shall endeavor where he failed. Rebirth brings new life. A new year washes away the burdens of the past. Let us celebrate this awakening and revel knee keep in the fountain of innocence. Sound and fury, with a primal yalp! I believe Walt Whitman said it best, "I went to the woods because I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life! And not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived." Exactly!
With that said, Happy New Year battlesnakes.... start sucking the marrow!
