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God is the grass we
walk on. God is the
air I breathe. God is
Everything Everywhere
the things I look at, the
things I hear, God is
everywhere.
Kennedy Erwin,
Spring 2004
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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.
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