Life is 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 signifying…nothing.
I love this quote from Macbeth. Shakespeare was a playwright genius. This quote speaks to me. I don’t know why. It’s probably best not to explore the whys and where fores, just enjoy the poetry of words.
I like to think of life as the dash between the years we are born and the year that we die. It looks so small, but there is so much packed in there. I know that someone wrote about the dash.
http://mrmom.amaonline.com/dash.htm
It feels so random and senseless, doesn’t it?