Or, orn, as the Bard puts it all together at the end :-)
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
-- William Shakespeare
(The Tempest, Act IV, Scene I)
On 19 Mai, 16:50, ornamentalmind <[email protected]> wrote:
> "... Maybe its just me but I don't understand how anyone would live
> like that, without change...." - SD
>
> Of course it is different for each of us...and, as best as I can tell,
> much of it is accidental. That notion aside, possibilities for these
> people who sit at the same counter, chatting w/the same people and
> perhaps even about the same things...it is possible that they are
> content.
> For you, perhaps to be content, you must keep jumping from one thing
> to another. Either way or at any point in the spectrum inbetween,
> neither way is better/worse...
>
> William Shakespeare - All the world's a stage (from As You Like It
> 2/7)
>
> "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."
>
> On May 18, 6:07 pm, Slip Disc <[email protected]> wrote:
>
> > It means that people have to pay their taxes, like it or not. {;-(
>
> > The quote suggests, and I would agree, that people have a tendency to
> > stick it out in their lot in life not realizing that they can bail out
> > anytime. Sometimes it takes a devastating hurricane or tornado to get
> > people to that point of realization that life does move on. There
> > are some small towns I go to that I haven't been to in years. At the
> > cafe I see the same people doing the same thing, day after day, week
> > after week, month after month, year after year. I look at my life
> > and see that I have done more in one year than they have done in six
> > years. Maybe its just me but I don't understand how anyone would live
> > like that, without change. That is when I start to think about old
> > souls and new souls. Maybe that is all they can do. I feel like I've
> > been around the globe dozens of times in thousands of years. I
> > always want to be doing something new, never had a full time job in my
> > life and never had any job that lasted more than six months. I don't
> > want to know what I'm going to be doing for the rest of my life, to me
> > that is like death. So what it means to me is, I can walk out the
> > door today and wander about and soon I will have a whole new wonderful
> > life somewhere else.
>
> > On May 18, 8:49 am, Molly Brogan <[email protected]> wrote:
>
> > > "We hardly ever realize that we can cut anything out of our lives,
> > > anytime, in the blink of an eye."
> > > - Carlos Castaneda (1931 - )
>
> > > What do you think it means?- Hide quoted text -
>
> > - Show quoted text -
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