The world is not a stage - it is many competing stages!

"All the world's a stage...."

More akin to a three ring circus, the world offers a dizzying array of venues. Each venue if focused upon can and often does form deep impressions, these in turn can manifest a particular sense of reality for the audience and often does.

Such uni-focal views constitute the constraint of self-realization.

Simply, if a venue is able to captivate your attention it is likely it forms a lens or observation point which then filters and concentrates an individuals view of the world. It is probable said view is skewed and utterly biased.

Stage production cultural or commercial conditioning can in fact define you and usually does.

Conditioning in fact precludes achieving any sort of "freedom" at least of thought if not action. Molded and preformed--we are destined to remain conditioned regardless of personal instinct or preference.

Advertising and "production" availability is paramount for captivating the target audience which thus forms a specific reality for the smitten. It is doubtful you have a belief, it is probable you were provided with one or many.

Acceptance of provided belief does not equate to self-realization--even if you sought out an alternative belief, that belief structure is certainly not your own, it is borrowed. Are we even capable of forming personal  beliefs? Probably, yet the pressures of conformance are sure to limit them and anyway, original thought is hard to come by.

It is difficult sometimes to break free of a particularly captivating "stage venue" especially if one is born into a climate of social conditioning complete with an ongoing "stage show" which strongly advocates particular beliefs and continually reinforces them..

One thing that strikes me is the notion... that if an individual carrying strongly entrenched beliefs of its home base culture had been born elsewhere, we would certainly see a much different person as a result... even though physical and mental attributes and capacity would remain identical.

Would that individual be a radical zealot of an opposing faction, if birthplace was reversed?

This thought just may remind us that the certain belief we carry and the zest employed to foster or preserve it was introduced not self-realized, a sobering perspective yet not unbelievable.

This of course suggests we are molded as individuals to act out behaviors grafted onto us  through social conditioning.

We in fact are seldom free to be, unless we manage to break free from a particular orchestrated rendition of belief.

This epiphany opens the door to possibility.

It means the human world can never reach a state of harmonious  cohabitation due to the morass of competing cultural differences unless each "stage show" imbibes a low common denominator of tolerance for other venues. At the moment such idyllic existence upon our planet seems unlikely when the behaviors of so many productions are in direct competition and conflict. Tolerance for other "lifestyles" is most often nullified  in favor of usurping them, eradicating them or converting them.

If I have ever encountered a lose, lose proposition it would be our inability to tolerate differences, that in spite of our much overrated level of intelligence as a specie. It seems nothing alive on the planet is safe from our ingenuity...  The human footprint always seems to harbor and portend havoc and carnage not tranquility or idyllic circumstance, meddling is one thing, premeditated wreckage quite another.

In our zeal to find perfection we invariably produce horrendous consequence... be it immediate or long term.

Experience seems to have no truck with us... is our nature such we cannot reform?

There is no point to this missive, other than to dispel the words ("All the world's a stage") of Shakespeare's character who mouthed them... while dreaming of the possibility of a world with one stage or at least many stages with intelligent ideals.

"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 Jaques in Act II Scene VII. The speech compares the world to a stage and life to a play -

The hope I see for our specie involves some sort of spontaneous intellectual maturity, a moment in time when a huge penny drops, and humanity as a whole suddenly realizes uni-focus of one stage production is not only confining, but robs self of true freedom of thought.

I should probably wake up now.... daydreaming is just that.



Stay tuned...