Life and Stuff
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow 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. Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5, lines 22-31 I had to study Macbeth at school. I hated it. But those lines stuck in my head. How apt, how poetically majestically spoken? Since my father passed away I have found myself questioning the value of my life. Annoyed that, in some ways, my hopes and dreams have
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From time-to-time, I reassert my meditation and occult work. As I have said on many occasions, I find life tends to ‘suck me in’ and then, periodically, I realize it and begin anew with fresh energy on meditation and the like. In recent years, my focus has been on Bardon’s Initiation Into Hermetics (though I have not made much progress). Each time I do this however, things in my world start to fall apart. It’s as if something or someone doesn’t want me to make progress. In fact, this seems quite a common thing when I discuss with other like minded friends. Very real crises confront us and I think these are presented in a sense of the Universe saying – you need to learn this lesson. We are sort
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