About “The Moving Finger”

XLVI.
For in and out, above, about, below,
‘Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show,
Play’d in a Box whose Candle is the Sun,
Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.
XLVII.And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,
End in the Nothing all Things end in–Yes-
Then fancy while Thou art, Thou art but what
Thou shalt be–Nothing–Thou shalt not be less.

XLVIII.
While the Rose blows along the River Brink,
With old Khayyam the Ruby Vintage drink:
And when the Angel with his darker Draught
Draws up to thee–take that, and do not shrink.

XLVIX.
‘Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days
Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays:
Hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays,
And one by one back in the Closet lays.

L.
The Ball no Question makes of Ayes and Noes,
But Right or Left as strikes the Player goes;
And He that toss’d Thee down into the Field,
He knows about it all–HE knows–HE knows

LI.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam - 11th century

This moving Finger is the Blog of Lindsay Beaton, a 30-something public relations/marketing/corporate communications investor relations professional. (Which is really just a fancy way of saying I’m a professional liar!).

I live and work in Sydney, one of the world’s most beautiful cities. I started blogging way back in 2004 mainly because it gave me a place to write about the things *I* wanted to write about - rather than yet another brochure on “cutting-edge Electronic Records Management Solutions”. I’ve blogged patchily ever since.

I’m not going to say too much more about myself, because really, my writing ought to speak for itself.