Shakespeare on Meaningless


“Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty face 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 stunts and frets his hour
upon the stage
And then is heard no more:
it is a fable
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
signifying nothing”

— Macbeth

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