All The World's A Stage

I found these lines particularly interesting when I thought about them in relation to Mulvey's article. They bring to mind the idea that all of our struggles, all of our pain as humans have been carefully crafted for the delight and amusement of the gods. Especially in the context of a play, when the people hearing the lines are the watchers, I find the idea extremely meta. It is the idea that the watchers are also the watched. The idea that no matter how much we observe others, and enjoy their experiences vicariously, there is always another unaccounted for group. There is always another watcher. There is always someone watching us, enjoying our experiences quietly from the audience. We are all constantly the performers at the same time we are the peanut gallery. I also find the idea as a whole incredibly sad. It makes one feel that all of one's experiences, all of one's pains, are shallow in some way. They have all been fabricated by some unseen playwright trying to delight and titillate an audience.