All the universe is a stage,

All the universe is a stage,
And all the galaxies and suns merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one planet in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. As, first the infant,

Gaseous and drawn together by gravity
And then the fiery school-boy, with his red face
revolving around the shining sun, creeping like a snail
Unwillingly onwards,starting to cool, and then to the river,
flowing on the surface, with a rushing  ballad
singing to his suns warmth. Then follows life,
full of strange creatures with predators eating pray,
but suddenly in honour, they find a better way,
seeking  an honourable reputation and occupation.
even in the cannon’s mouth, they all seek justice,
With fair human rights granted to themselves,
forgetting that the dancing planet is everyone’s ball,
full of wise men who tell that winner takes all;
And so the planet plays its part. The sixth day shifts
into the depleted heated afternoon,
with spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
he turns to understand, a world too wide
and finds within every atom and every cell,
the chance for heaven and the chance for Hell,
And whistles in this sound. Last scene of all,
that ends this strange eventful history,
Is a second childishness and mere oblivion,

Sans planet, sans life, sans reason, sans everything.


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