#you know..........

Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy; But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons’ quality; Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell, Pointing to each his thunder, rain, and wind, Or say with princes if it shall go well By oft predict that I in heaven find. But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive, And, constant stars, in them I read such art As truth and beauty shall together thrive If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert:   Or else of thee this I prognosticate,   Thy end is truth’s and beauty’s doom and date.

so here’s to everything...coming down to nothing here’s to silence......that cuts me to the core where is this going? thought i knew for a minute but i don’t anymore...