Hamlet scene three after to be or not to be

"All the world's a stage,And all the men and women merely players:They have their exits and their entrancesAnd one man in his time plays many parts"Jaques, As You Like It

The Eye of the Storm

So, here we are at the center of the play looking at the central charater whom everyone seems to be watching and is generally very curious about! What does this mean and what type of general images/motiffs are brought to mind?

Have you ever heard of the eye of the storm?

"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing."Macbeth, Macbeth

In the very center of things ...

What does this remind you of?

Watching

Observing

Being Watched

Interpreting

Players on the StageSo, if we are but "mere players," or even "poor players," then what role do we have in our own destiny? Can we/should we "take action" in terms of changing our lives, or are we bound to only imagine what "dreams may come" when we exit stage, or are greatly altered from the mask and costume we wear today?

"What Dreams May Come"

"A Poor Player"