Tuesday 18 October 2011

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. (From a headstone in Ireland)

Now he has departed from this strange world a little ahead of me.  That signifies nothing.  For us believing physicists the distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion. (Albert Einstein)

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 / Macbeth, 1606 

For Pilar, Pilar and María. 


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