yesterday have lighted fools
the way to dusty death
Adapted from Big Bill in Macbeth, Act V, Scene V:
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,
When I was growing up there was a secret agent craze created by the success of the James Bond movies.
For the serious side, there was The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
It wasn’t completely clear if UNCLE was a man or a secret service but they fought againt THRUSH, otherwise known as Technological Hierarchy for the Removal of Undesirables and the Subjugation of Humanity.
James Bond fought against SPECTRE or Special Executive for Counter-intelligence, Terrorism, Revenge and Extortion. Which was freaky if you were american and spelled it SPECTER.
Then there was GET SMART where agents of CONTROL fought KAOS which was the international organization of evil and KAOS wasn’t an acronym for anything.
It was the opening sequence of GET SMART that has been on my mind.
The show opened with Agent Maxwell Smart entering CONTROL Headquarters walking down a hallway as giant doors opened and slammed behind him.
It occurs to me that life is one long trip down that hallway and as our tomorrows turn into yesterdays these doors open and close behind you as you walk through life.
The other night while engaged in general conversation with some guys that I know, one of the fellers looked at me and shook his head.
We are all about the same age and have some common experiences.
Though the discussion in hand about car rental problems in Europe when staying for less than a month and whether the drive down the Adriatic Coast of Italy was better than the the drive on the Mediterranean side pretty much left me without much to say.
I did work driving from coast to coast into the discussion but I did not mention I was thinking of driving across from the coast of Lake Huron to the Coast of Lake Michigan.
So this one feller was looking at me and smiling and then says, “You just remind me so much … of my Dad.”
That was a new one for me.
And I heard another one of those doors slam behind me.
As George Washington once said, “Alas, my dancing days are over.”
To the last syllable of recorded time, life is but a walking shadow.