From Shakespeare’s As You Like It, 1600:
JAQUES:
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.
And 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.
Awesome. Exhilarating. It makes me pause half way, and savored every moment of the scenes… This is William Shakespeare’s masterpiece.
All the world’s a stage..
The phases of our life is just like a piece of act.. How well that we are going to perform, very much depends of ourselves. The stage is as wide as the sky that God given to us. He is the stage, the judge, the audience, the backstage workers, the air.
And all the men and women are merely players..
I smell romance, the domination of humanity. We are just actor or actress on the stage. No matter how the act, the stage remain as a stage.
They have their exist and their entrance..
People come in and out of our lives. Different phase, different scene, different experience. There are main characters, sub main-characters.. they come into their and they depart from you.. is just a matter of time..
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans everything..
It sounds as if in the end there is nothing that worth the smile, the souls sparks, the treasures.. Cos when the act finishes, everything is just delusion.. We are going to the Lord as the act stop.
Sigh. Time stops.
