All the World's a Stage

The Complete Works of William Shakespeare - Abridged, was very well played by the Castle Players, a long established local troupe of aspiring actors, musicians, writers, directors, who entertained a select audience outside Bowes Museum, Barnard Castle, County Durham. Sunday, in the light Sun and occasional light showers just perfect for a picnic, with folding chairs, lots of food and social distancing suggested but not enforced, of course. Two teenage nieces and their auntie were in the party of four, as the players kicked off with All the World's a Stage and in each life each gets to play many parts. Great metaphor Bill! As it happens, all the worlds are metaphor in reality. We create our stories with words; not to mention sentences of varying length, genres of different types (fiction -  science, factual, historical etcetera), tragedies, comedies, holy tomes, truth, lies, clever, wise ... who knows?

So what's the point? Good question! What's the answer?  Slow Down, don't rush to find a simple answer to a shallow question; ask better and better questions until the answer appears.
That's philosophy, of course. Never mind the ever increasing subjects, objects, words that are called nouns, deceiving the reader into imagining matter is primary, when in reality it's merely energy condensed into a slow vibration, and the worlds we perceive illusory, maybe a 3D projection from the edge of the universe, which is binary, information, in 2D ... expanding due to ever increasing information ... just a theory about the Holographic Universe, nothing to worry about!

Meanwhile, equally exciting, and still with Sunday, football is being played by human men on a big stage, called Wembley, where thousands of humans are gathered, late at night, to watch 22 blokes divided into 2 different teams, one called Italy, the other England, kick a round ball around a rectangle of grass until somebody manages to kick the ball into a rectangular frame, with a net to stop the ball from hurting one or more of the humans watching the game. Anyway, enough of that nonsense, since most people were asleep well before the end, especially those without televisions, like many African humans, who feel lucky to have enough to eat, let alone electricity.

Monday was restful, more or less, though the daily wanders about continued. Today, it's Tuesday again and news arrives of a brand new issue of The Light, hopefully finding its way up North soon, a big demo in London on Saturday,  let's see about that one ... and elder daughter requests a second hand big buggy after being rear ended, with no human injuries and a squashed buggy. The buggy was found in Durham, so that's an exciting trip to Scotland tomorrow then, hooray!