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On May 19, 11:08 am, frantheman <[email protected]> wrote: > 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 - --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups ""Minds Eye"" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/Minds-Eye?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
