Bryan Barber
There are several variations of this poem. One variation is, "Excuses are tools of the incompetent. And those that use tools of incompetence never accomplish anything in life worthwhile."
Nice try but the actual poem is "Excuses are tools of incompetence, that build monuments of nothingness, and those who specialize in using them seldom do anything else." Excuses are tools of nothingness build bridges that lead to nowhere and are masters of no one.
It means excuses are things used by people who are incapable of doing things. And they keep using them/ building them on top of each other, making monuments. Monuments of nothingness, because excuses mean nothing. So those who specialize in excuses are seldom masters of anything. Meaning they'll never master or be good at anything as long as insist on using excuses.
I don't know the author's name, but I remember my younger brother memorizing it in elementary school as: Excuses, excuses, excuses! Excuses are tools of incompetence that build monuments of nothingness. Those who specialize in them, accomplish nothing at all, but excuses, excuses, excuses. Not as the first responder suggests here: "Excuses are monuments of nothingness, They build bridges to nowhere, Those of us who us these tools of incompetence, Seldom become anything but nothing at all."
Im not 100% sure, but the first time I heard it was from Tiffany on Bad Girl Club season 3
The quote was originally found in Poor Richard's Almanac, so basically originated with Benjamin Franklin's publication (nom de plume of Richard Saunders) But since Poor Richard's almanac was a publication gathering information from various sources, the original source may be someone else, uncredited.
no thing; not anything; naught or nonexistence; nothingness
It is an example of nothingness: the absence of anything at all.
Yes, sound can travel through anything except nothingness like in space.
Why does wyoming have anything to do with me?!?!?!
nothingness. no light. no sound. no sense of sight, or anything else. just...nothingness. after a while, the senses start to return (although I'm assuming the sense of balance was never there during the tesseract) and eventually the place she has traveled to becomes part of the nothingness, taking over the darkness until it is all gone. Sound and sight are back to normal by now, but feeling is a bit off for the first moments.
no... they'll eat anything dead