I read Billy Shakespeare’s “Macbeth” once in high school back in 1983, and for some strange reason this quote has been burned into my mind ever since. I have no idea why. (If only I could say the same about Scripture.)
But you know, now that I think of it… if life really does signify nothing, and there is no meaning behind it, why would Macbeth make such a big deal? I mean, why would he even notice it had no meaning if he was living in a meaningless universe? After all, would we cry from hunger if food did not exist, or we had no need to eat?
So maybe, just maybe, we cry for meaning because meaning really DOES exist!
…And we were meant to know what it is!
Whew! Man, I’m spent.