When we are born we cry that we are come… to this great stage of fools.
Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
The endless praises of the choirs of angels had begun to grow wearisome; for, after all, did he not deserve their praise? Had he not given them endless joy? Would it not be more amusing to obtain undeserved praise, to be worshipped by beings whom he tortured? He smiled inwardly, and resolved that the great drama should be performed…
And Man saw that all is passing in this mad, monstrous world, that all is struggling to snatch, at any cost, a few brief moments of life before Death’s inexorable decree…. And God smiled; and when he saw that Man had become perfect in renunciation and worship, he sent another sun through the sky, which crashed into Man’s sun; and all returned again to the nebula. ‘Yes,’ he murmured, ‘it was a good play; I will have it performed again.’
The world is like a ride in an amusement park and when you choose to go on it you think it’s real, because that’s how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and around and around and it has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly colored and it’s very loud. And it’s fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, and they say, Hey, don’t worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because… this is just a ride.
If all the world’s a stage, I want to operate the trap door.