Yes, when we value the people and no, when we don't:)...<br />
Afterall it is the view of individual of us.
All the world's a stage,<br />
And all the men and women merely pla<x>yers:<br />
They have their exits and their entrances;<br />
And one man in his time plays many parts,<br />
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,<br />
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.<br />
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel<br />
And shining morning face, creeping like snail<br />
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,<br />
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad<br />
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,<br />
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,<br />
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,<br />
Seeking the bubble reputation.<br />
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,<br />
In fair round belly with good capon lined,<br />
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,<br />
Full of wise saws and modern instances;<br />
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts<br />
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,<br />
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,<br />
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide<br />
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,<br />
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes<br />
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,<br />
That ends this strange eventful history,<br />
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,<br />
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
maybe in another life. I just always liked that.
Similar to "the fourth wall," I would say the audience sits back and lets the play unfold with a variety of emotions, some more judgmental than others.
it is our choice whether we step on the stage or value the audience