[ In Act 5, Scene 5, Macbeth shares a wrenching haunted lament about life … ]
If we believe Macbeth then every day but lights the way to a dusty death … a walking shadow strutting an hour upon the stage then heard no more. Contrived struggles … an ignorant march toward a fruitless demise … a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury signifying nothing. Macbeth concludes that in the end life has no meaning. The death of the conniving Lady Macbeth and the meaningless slaughter of his men in the resulting war haunts him. Macbeth would’ve been at home in Grand Canyon. This place sucks meaning from your marrow, steals your empathy, your compassion, takes your memories, your wisdom, and leaves you with a thousand-yard-stare. Then flings you onto its billion year old stone floor where you’ll have to reassemble yourself, get up, and march all he way back up to the rim – after you sleep with the ghosts at Phantom Ranch. No one will help you. No one can. In the Canyon you’re on your own. Remember that above all else when you hear us tell our tale.
Start out too early, or too late and you’ll miss “photographers light” which lasts for mere minutes around mid-morning at Grand Canyon. By sheer luck, our timing was perfect and we saw a light show like no other on the planet. The Canyon was shouting “Danger! Go back!” But we never heard it. And thank God.
Stay tuned for the sturm and drang of descent to Phantom Ranch …