If all the world really is a stage, as the sage said, or to be more precise, asked the melancholy Jacques to say in his play As You Like It, then this current wildly popular drama we are invited to participate in, as players, audience, critics ... many parts, is rich material indeed ...
Some may say: How callous to suggest the deaths from this deadly enemy internationally is somehow fictional, not real ... how dare you disrespect my fear, you offend me, make me very angry and shame on you ... are you crazy?
Maybe.
It is said: It is no sign of sanity to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society ...
Maybe that too ...
Some may say: Just because this earthly world of suffering and joy is mostly experienced as really real, is no proof that other levels of reality do not exist ...
A theatre critic might say: That was well played, a very convincing performance ... or not so good ... though the best of actors better not go home, showered with praise, still playing the part, convinced that the role is their reality. Therein lies madness.
A cynic might sneer at suffering souls playing their chosen roles too well ...
Insight without Compassion.
An empath might bleed for the suffering of the whole world.
Compassion without Insight.
So, what to do?
Retreat from the drama, rest in blissful ignorance? Safe enough, the option's in the script.
It's not a War, after all.
Use the opportunity to mine rich material to raise familiar roles to higher levels? Find comfort in confirmation from enthusiastic fellow travellers ... even to wilder realms of relative reality ... conspiracies from contemporary gods ... controllers from other galaxies?
Why not? Someone's to blame for this horror show you know.
And obviously it can't be me ...
Can it?
Question everything. Be kind.
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