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“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.”
― Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow
― Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow
“I long now to be alone in some far-off cave and think without thought of others’ eyes on me”
― Gazing at the Moon: Buddhist Poems of Solitude
― Gazing at the Moon: Buddhist Poems of Solitude
Deepak Jois’s 2025 Year in Books
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