Talk Thursday: All The World’s A Stage . . .

My thoughts when I first read this topic were obvious. I knew exactly what I wanted to say. I knew exactly the direction – it was quite clear, actually. You see, people of planet Earth –


We are merely actors, without a script, moving at the silent-instruction of an, ominous, invisible hand. Somewhere, outside of ourselves, sitting on something akin to those little folding chairs, with the black canvas backs and seats, and tightly constructed maple frames, exists the directors. These directors have set the stage for us – unbeknown to the majority. So sayeth some conspiracy theorists.

This is how this works. We wake up in this world, kicking and screaming. Our parents do the best they can to teach us about freedom and the ability to gain prosperity; they tell us what it right and what is wrong; they tell us we can be anything we want to be – if we put our minds to it and work very hard. They release us into the world with the ideas we can create our own destinies. . . Sounds great, doesn’t it? How about – we have no self-determination; destiny is preordained (and not by God); and we really don’t get to determine anything about our lives on our own. Our lives are the work of the directors mentioned above. All the world is a stage, and we are merely actors.

There are people in this world who make all of our decisions before we actually get a chance to do it for ourselves. The best analogy I have heard to describe this is to use the topic presented before us here. Imagine, if you will, a stage. Any generic stage will work. Now, imagine yourself as an actor on that stage. There are props on this stage. In order for you to succeed in this play, you simply need to walk from one end of the stage to the other. Simple enough – you are told by the director that you can be successful if you work hard enough and try hard enough to actually cross the stage.

You look around and see where all the props are set up and manage to make it about a quarter of the way through. At this point, the props move. You try to reassess the situation, but none of the placement makes sense to you. The rules have stayed the same, but your stage is suddenly different. Why? Because the director has made that happen. He is the director, after all. So, you continue your attempt to cross the stage.

If you are paying attention you will realize you are not the only actor on this stage. Other actors are also struggling to make their way across the stage. A few, however, struggle less. They may be named Kennedy, Bush, Rockefeller, Rothschild,. . . (you get the picture). For some reason, the props placed in front of them seem much less inhibiting. There are also others, with much more ethnic sounding names (at least in this country) who seem to not even make it as far as the first prop. Is it a coincidence? Probably not.

Now take this same analogy and put it in the real world. A guy who is a flunky most of his life, is a mediocre student, an alcoholic who does not really care that he drinks, gets into Yale because of his granddaddy, does mediocre there, has a lot of money, so he buys a baseball team, hires others to manage it because he can’t do it himself, eventually becomes a governor and then the POTUS. How the fuck does that happen? Because the director knows who is funding his production, and moves the props accordingly. Joe down the street – gets the shaft.

I could go on – but I won’t. Maybe later.

So, yes, Lynn, you may be correct –



~ by shinshige on 18 June 2008.

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