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  • Writer's picture@ Cynthia Adina Kirkwood

"Full of Sound and Fury"

Life may be absurd, but in Belize and the Caribbean, death merits communal traditions. On the ninth night after a person’s death, food, stories and drumming are part of a celebration, where the spirit of the deceased passes, and mourners ritualistically encourage the dead to leave the world of the living and rest in peace. (Photo from Belizean Journeys)


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

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 soliloquy (Act 5, Scene 5, lines 17-28)

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