The personalization of the Occupy Movement
By: Nate Whitaker
"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, --