Is That All There Is?
In one of his plays Shakespeare describes Macbeth as being in abject despair. He has lost his wife and his position of power. All of his great ambitions have been crushed and life seems utterly empty. In his hopelessness he declares:
Life’s 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.
That soliloquy reminds me of the hauntingly pessimistic words in Mark Twain’s autobiography:
A myriad of men are born; they…