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Love as blinders, as rose-coloured glasses, as tinting the world...and why not? Beauty arises from love, reflects love. (Truth = troublesomely pesky at times, perhaps mostly irrelevant in this disco though.) Troubles arise when the world view narrows so much and/or varies so far from the rest o' the world - or at least the bits that matter to you, that SHOULD matter to you - 'cause one-on-on ONLY strikes me as unwise, possibly dangerous - and the small subjective world created/constructed by the two/few/cult of you prevents/interferes w/the so-called-real world, things like making a living and not going insane in a bad way. Each of us may be an island, but it's nice to take out the canoe/raft now 'n' again to visit nearby shores and engage in trade, swap stories, ideas, dreams, recipes (for food, for life), know-how, thereby enriching all our worlds.

Qx for theatre types: re: the WillyS quote - "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." What's the last bit about? Specifically what're the parts/acts/ages to which he refers?