I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, and falls on the other
-Macbeth (Act I, Scene VII)
I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it; he died as one that had been studied in his death to throw away the dearest thing he owed, as 't were a careless trifle -(I.iv)
I am so glad I don't have to take on the Herculean task of initially solidifying the over-arching Shakespearean threads that go through the show (there've been some rhetorical snippets; but not complete justice).
Check out this stellar article "How Shakespeare would End Breaking Bad"
I will definitely post a separate attempt at my own idiosyncratic spin on the Shakespeare stuff down the train line, but only after all the allusions (and bodies) are more fully accounted.
For now, here's a representation of a Shakespearean notion that I can say is at complete odds with my attempted "project"
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.
The quote may relate to the grand cosmic indifference in which the dust of Walter White' meth empire is being blown to oblivion; but it absolutely is removed from the meaning of the show itself.
I mean, it's looking like it signifies everything...right?