This Insubstantial Pageant

Upon our stage we romp and rage in Goldilocks’s golden cage amongst colossal cosmic crowd with spark of liveliness endowed of pomp and circumstantial fate, whose worth we underestimate, in constant discontentment caught ‘and sicklied o’er in cast of thought so enterprises turn awry’, with not an inkling as to why. Oh actors in this earthly scene, what do your frantic antics mean? ‘The heartaches and the thousand shocks that flesh is heir to’ come in flocks, while nature tenders wherewithal if we but list her earnest call in lieu of inner outer din that sends the senses in a spin. Our little lives today may throng ‘this insubstantial pageant’ long (to borrow varied Shakespeare tropes), where humans share despair and hopes on greater globe of bonny blue— oh rarest planetary hue! And yet when all ‘our revels end’ this world will leave a stardust blend behind, ‘to still a beating mind’ of poet bards midst humankind, a ‘rack’, or wisp of cloud, as told in Prospero’s discourse of old; for sun shall take its final breaths, as dramatized in stellar deaths, to be a nebula newborn celestial heavens to adorn in evermore creation’s dawn— yea ‘such stuff as dreams are made on’… ~ Harley White * * * * * * * * * Some sources of inspiration were the following… William Shakespeare (1564-1616) ~ From ‘The Tempest’, Act 4 Scene 1… William Shakespeare’s play ‘Hamlet’, Act 3, Scene 1…