This whole thread is spam lol
I have long held that all self expression is spam, rendered meaningless by the meaninglessness of our own lives. If I may quote the great bard:
"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."
To my point, Lady Macbeth argues for the extreme nihilistic view, extolling on the performative nature of life, suggesting the true reality underneath: that we are all pretending at relevance. When we die, the play is over, and our pretense at assigning any value to our lives is revealed as a fraud.