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. -Macbeth by William Shakespeare
The above quote is near the end of the play, spoken by the character Macbeth, who has sought to set himself up as king because of the promise of three witches. His enemies are nigh upon him at this point, and he has just learned his wife killed herself. The quote sounds quite jaded and cynical to me; without wonder or love of life.
Throw out the meaning of life, and the ideals that make life worth living, and what is left? Macbeth abandoned morals in the quest for what he believed to be rightfully his, and it left him empty, with the promised throne and no meaning. I read once that Christ's sacrifice and death was the ultimate folly- and it is. That is the joy and the power of Christianity, with all its highs and lows; even when it seems to make no sense, God's folly is the wisdom of man, and mans strength is nothing compared with the weakness of God.
I really don't think you can separate this issue from the moral and Godly applications that have been at the core of the human dilemma since Adam and Eve . . . leave them out or soften this truth, and you are left with just another (ultimately meaningless) discussion of relitive realities of no true importance.
Silence
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