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(18 May 2012 – Does it ever seem that time is
just a stage for us to act out our Lives—where the costumes and adornments
cloak one's Journey on a Path that seems to stretch beyond tomorrow? Stories of old tell the tale of faith and
myth to sooth the soul and pacify the mind.
The Journey begins with a breath and ends with an exhausting sigh. dht)
There are some
days, where the whimsy in one just needs to shine. Nothing in the ordinary will do! The fanciful mood takes flight and soars –
wanting only the adornment of time, space, and place.
What moment out
of time doth suit my purpose?
What realm will
hearken to my Heart's Desire?
What venue will serve
my circumstance?
The play is about
to begin – the house is full to overflowing.
The script has been rehearsed. The
director calls the actors to action.
Life after all is just a play – with the characters each hosting their
part.
When is the play
to end ? When the story is told. When the
curtain comes down. When the audience
vacates their places. When the players
have done with their roles.
The purpose in
mind is Just As You See. There is
nothing more. The play is done. The actors gone. The audience withdrawn to their next venue.
Life is Just As
You See. There is nothing more. All else is fancy and myth.
[Dorothy Hazel
Tarr]
Related themes:
"All the world's a stage" is the phrase
that begins a monologue from William Shakespeare's As You
Like It, spoken by the melancholy Lord Jaques, a Lord attending the banished
Duke. It is one of Shakespeare's most frequently quoted passages. The idea that "all the
world's a stage" was already clichéd when Shakespeare wrote As
You Like It. Therefore, Jaques
is intended to sound at least a little pretentious here. Jaques (pronounced "jay-keys" or
"jay-kweez") is the resident sourpuss in the Forest of Arden, home to political exiles, banished lovers, and
simple shepherds. Jacques' speech compares
the world to a stage and life to a play, and catalogues the seven stages
of a man's life, sometimes referred to as the seven ages of man: infant,
school-boy, lover, soldier, justice, pantaloon, and second childhood,
"sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything" {"sans"
meaning without}.
WIKIPEDIA
on William Shakespeare (baptised 26 April 1564; died
23 April 1616) was an English poet and playwright, widely regarded as the
greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist.
"As You Like It", Act Two, Scene 7, Lines 139-166, by William Shakespeare
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
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