Another of the famous quotes that I always liked to recite is the following soliloquy from MacBeth. It was the inspiration and provided the title for William Faulkner’s most famous book, The Sound and the Fury (one of my all-time favorite novels):
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace 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 struts and frets
His hour on the stage
And then is heard no more.
It is a tale, told by an idiot,
Full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.
Is that what I am doing here? Am I that idiot, telling his tale? Do our lives really signify nothing? These are some of the thoughts that I have wrestled with for my whole life.