Saturday, November 24, 2012

All the World's a Stage

"Ladies and Gents, Boys & Girls, roll up, roll up, come all yee, of curious and brave minds, for we have wondrous places to go"

"Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate"

Everything has its original - and every original has its multiple copies, one is authentic, while the other, or indeed others are of far lesser value.  It seems creation alternates between these two states of  duality, the original and the copy, the self and the shadow, truth and falsity, the everyday world, and that of the imagination - everything except the "Other" as it is in itself  has its opposite, inverse number in the Cosmic fugue of life.

The "Other" which is everything or indeed everyone which is other than itself - is like saw dust on a Carpenter's floor, it is the whole mundus imaginalis of Being and non-Being, in this place one finds all those fragments of creation that were used to create or indeed destroy life, all the thoughts, dreams, fantasies and nightmares of reality exist, not like ghosts, in the realm of the "Other," for just as we need air to breathe every moment, so likewise we couldn't exist for a single moment, even at the most basic level of insects, if this mirror to creation didn't exist (in a sense Actors have always been closest to this realm, as it's their natural home).

The "Other" transcends life and death, for it is everything and nothing, it is the light and the dark, it is matter and spirit, male and female. Yet, we cannot perceive directly, what it is that actually creates all the wood cuttings on the Carpenter's floor, we seemed to be barred from knowing what it is that is actually doing all this creating in the very heart of creation itself, it's only through our dreams or by visiting, The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus, can we hope, despite the ancient advice given at the door concerning this virtue, to glimpse larger fragments of the primordial glass that was shattered, by necessity, on the first day of creation.

So "Ladies and Gents, Boys and Girls, please take your seats, take a deep breath, close your eyes, have faith and not hope, for the journey is about to begin...."

                                           "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." Hamlet