All have theirexit and entrance-william Shakespeare.

[parameswaran ramaswamy]

Dear Sir/ Madam,

 

Nameshkar,

 

William Shakespeare is not only a poet but also a highly Spiritual person

The important points in the following William hakespeare's poem  to be noted is:

" All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrance"

 

He did not mention here as : 'They have their entrance and exits" .He mentioned as " They have their exits and entrance". 

 

The meaning is : As we exit after the death of this physical body  , we make an entrance in this world again.  When we  exit as individuality with whatever mental energies we accumulated as (vasanas), past deeds and  the impression of how much of ignorance of Truth is removed , we again enter as the resultant force of all the above.  When we exit as personality, we enter again as personality. When one exit as 'Universality', he does'nt enter again.

 

To confirm the cycle of birth and death (re-incarnation) tlll all vasanas gets exhausted , he has written the poem  in a beautiful poetical  form as : ''They have their exit and entrance'.

 

My daughter is a an artist and she potrayd the same in Photoshop which is beng sent here with as an JPEG attachment.

 

 

                           All world's a stage - by William Sakespeare.

 

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. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel,
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bobble reputation.
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon
With spectacles on nose well and pouch on side,
His youthful hose well sav’d a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends his strange eventful history,
In second childishness and mere oblivion
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

 

Thanks with regards,

 

R. Parameswaran

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