Life could be a story to tell my idiot

Towards the end of the play,Macbeth reflects on the universality of deathand the futility of life.Out, out, brief candle! he laments.Life's but a walking shadow,a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stageand then is heard no more.It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and furysignifying nothing.Life may be a tale told my an idiot,but Macbeth is not.