“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players, They have their exits and entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms. Then, the whining schoolboy with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice In fair round belly, with good capon lin’d, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws, and modern instances, And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side, His youthful hose well sav’d, a world too wide, For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again towards childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.”

“Then the last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.”

In this 2,012th year of our current calendar I reach this milestone. The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, if the constitution has not been impaired or broken by toil, affliction, or vicious indulgence; or if the great laws of health have been understood and observed. Any of these causes may contribute to lengthen out life yet life is soon passed over, and that we flee away, as if driven by the wind; as if impelled or urged forward as a speck of dust is by a gale.

Interesting that the scribes who began putting pen to papyrus and recording their tribe’s myths and folklore suddenly reduced man’s lifespan, from 800 years [?] to 80 years. Marking when they ceased worshipping the moon and turned their attention to the life giving Sol ..?

Wishing my dwindling number of readers a Happy, Healthy, Prosperous and Peaceful New Year.



4 thoughts on “2012

  1. This is your first comment of the year, be it the first of many !
    Good luck and best wishes for 2012,13,14,15, etc !!!

    I enjoyed the read Laird, “vicious indulgence” indeed .

  2. And Happy 2012 to you too, Laird. I don’t know why your “readers are dwindling.” But I hope your enthusiasm for your posts does not wane.


  3. and I pass the good wishes back to you, may it be a year of joy for you. It will be interesting to see what 2012 brings for mankind and the World.
    Take care and keep blogging; its good for the soul.

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