It seems that the bard is pointing towards the singular in a world of duality. That from the space of awareness of all action and thought, a place of no judgment or duality, that what happens, happens spontaneously, without value or lack of value. That life is simply a movement of conciseness in consciousness and that in truth, nothing ever happens.
This space of clear seeing is found clearly in Zen and Advita traditions, rarely pointed out in western literature.
Beginning from: " a tale told by an idiot.." I am reminded of political rhetoric.."full of fury and noise" and after all is said it actually "signifies nothing". Perhaps the Bard was reminding us not to be fooled by verbal effusions of Fire and Brimstone, that serve only to obfuscate facts and real issues.
When the body of Congress bruises
In a battle of partisan rhetoric
The entity that loses
Is America's body politic
The full quotation is "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 hae lighted fools to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. 'Tis a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
Surely no more grim and hideous evocation of a life rendered meaningless and devoid of anything of value has ever been written by anyone. The key words are "signifying nothing"--like someone with a mental problem talking away without saying anything comprehensible. This is what has happened to Macbeth as a result of his crime: his life has become a dreary and drawn out performance with no purpose whatsoever. Whether he knows it or not, he is already in Hell.
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"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player who struts and frets his hour on the stage and then is heard no more; 'tis a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Speaking of life, William Shakespeare's character Macbeth, in Act V, scene v, of Macbeth, says:"It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to dayTo the last syllable of recorded time,And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life's but a walking shadow, a poor playerThat struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then is heard no more: it is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing" (V.v in Macbeth).This whole soliloquy can relate to each and every single character in the novel. For example, "A poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more" could refer to Quentin's story because he is constantly obsessed with time before he commits suicide and is "heard no more." Jason could be represented by "full of sound of fury" because throughout his section, he conveys a lot of anger.
Most of the words in Shakespeare mean exactly what you think they mean. For example: "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 who struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. 'Tis a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing" Tomorrow means tomorrow. Creeps means creeps. Petty mean small and insignificant. Pace means pace. Day means day. Syllable means syllable. Recorded means recorded. Time means time. Yesterdays, lighted, fools, dusty, death, candle, life, walking and shadow all mean what you think they mean. A player is an actor. Strutting we still do, also fretting which is usually accompanied by fussing. An idiot is someone who speaks English and does not understand 95% of the words in Shakespeare.
"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." Act V Scene V Macbeth compares life to a useless actor. This SIMILE highlights his acceptance and apathetic mood towards life.
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player who struts and frets his hour on the stage and then is heard no more; 'tis a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Macbeth describes life as "a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." This statement reflects his belief that life is ultimately meaningless and transient.
Speaking of life, William Shakespeare's character Macbeth, in Act V, scene v, of Macbeth, says:"It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
Macbeth says this, to the Doctor...or the Messenger. But it means that life is like a poor actor who stresses over his few lines, then dies and is never mentioned again. So while life is dispoable, items are not, they live much longer than a human's life, like a legacy. Life is meaningless, told by an idiot, full of noise and fury, which signifies nothing.
"The Sound and the Fury" refers to a line from Shakespeare's play "Macbeth," where Macbeth reflects on the meaninglessness of life and compares it to a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. In Faulkner's novel, the title may allude to the characters' inner turmoil and the chaotic nature of their lives.
"Sound and Fury" is an allusion referring to a great uproar and passionate exclaim that ultimately means nothing. It comes from a line in Shakespeare's play Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5) when the character of Macbeth is informed of the death of his wife and he exclaims:"She should have died hereafter;There would have been a time for such a word,To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,To the last syllable of recorded time;And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!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 taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing."
Shakespeare uses metaphors such as "a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing" to convey Macbeth's bleak and nihilistic attitude toward life after Lady Macbeth's death. This metaphor suggests that Macbeth views life as meaningless and insignificant, echoing his despair and disillusionment.
Out of all the words that can begin a sentence, using the word 'out' is just as good.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."- William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Nothing. Love, empathy and hope are all lies, hollow illusions that fool none, even ourselves. We are born alone and die alone. Sources: "Life is a tale told by an idiot: full of sound and fury, signifying nothing".- Shakespeare
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to dayTo the last syllable of recorded time,And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life's but a walking shadow, a poor playerThat struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then is heard no more: it is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing" (V.v in Macbeth).This whole soliloquy can relate to each and every single character in the novel. For example, "A poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more" could refer to Quentin's story because he is constantly obsessed with time before he commits suicide and is "heard no more." Jason could be represented by "full of sound of fury" because throughout his section, he conveys a lot of anger.
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Macbeth: Act 5 scene 5:To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,To the last syllable of recorded time;And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!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 taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing.