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25 Sep 12
Originally posted by KewpieI once saved an ego that was hit by a transport truck. I took it to and bird rehabilitaion centre and the said that it had a badly broken wing (that turned out to be nonfunctional) and was suffering from shock (I think I would have been in shock too if that had happened to me)...Oh damn that was an eagle not an ego...sorry 😳
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30 Sep 12
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyAll the world's a stage,
The struggle against many players most difficult opponent of all time: his/her own ego.
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their 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.
And then the whining school-boy, 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 lined,
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 saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
-m. 😉
30 Sep 12
Originally posted by mikelomLiving on a lighted stage
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage.
Cast in this unlikely role,
Ill-equipped to act,
With insufficient tact,
One must put up barriers
To keep oneself intact.
Living in the Limelight,
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem.
Those who wish to be
Must put aside the alienation,
Get on with the fascination,
The real relation,
The underlying theme.
Living in a fisheye lens,
Caught in the camera eye.
I have no heart to lie,
I can't pretend a stranger
Is a long-awaited friend.
All the world's indeed a stage,
And we are merely players,
Performers and portrayers,
Each another's audience
Outside the gilded cage.
30 Sep 12
Originally posted by SuzianneRush's song immediately played in my head when I started reading his post too!
Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage.
Cast in this unlikely role,
Ill-equipped to act,
With insufficient tact,
One must put up barriers
To keep oneself intact.
Living in the Limelight,
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem.
Those who wish to b ...[text shortened]... erely players,
Performers and portrayers,
Each another's audience
Outside the gilded cage.
30 Sep 12
Originally posted by Great Big Steesbest tale in the thread ... 😀
I once saved an ego that was hit by a transport truck. I took it to and bird rehabilitaion centre and the said that it had a badly broken wing (that turned out to be nonfunctional) and was suffering from shock (I think I would have been in shock too if that had happened to me)...Oh damn that was an eagle not an ego...sorry 😳
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30 Sep 12
Originally posted by Great Big SteesMy ego melted when spring arrived 🙁
I once saved an ego that was hit by a transport truck. I took it to and bird rehabilitaion centre and the said that it had a badly broken wing (that turned out to be nonfunctional) and was suffering from shock (I think I would have been in shock too if that had happened to me)...Oh damn that was an eagle not an ego...sorry 😳
