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. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then, the whining school-boy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then, a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then, the justice,
In fair round belly, with a good capon lined,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Shakespeare would not have written this had he have the foresight to see that the world in now a virtual stage. No longer is it a physical stage. Millions glue their eyes to a tiny screen and watch the world goes by. History no longer waits for eons to become history. History is now. Now is yesterday with a blink of an eye. What appears in that tiny screen is already history. Events happen so fast and furious that boggle any sane mind trying to absorb the avalanche of news from the internet. That little tiny screen literally miniaturised the world and compressed time into nanoseconds. That is our Brave New World.
Behind the scenes of turmoil, the world’s geo-political landscape scintillates between psychedelic moods as power masters exert their will on people and consequential events. From Arab Spring, Occupy Wall Street, Orange Revolution, the calls for change have now landed in the East. The “Red and Yellow” shirt movement brought the Thai government to her knees which has since been replaced by a military junta. Further south, Singapore citizens whimper with suppressed noise and non-existent fanfare in a little “approved” Hong Lim Park – in the guise of freedom of speech. Now, Hong Kong is stricken by the Umbrella Revolution. Unlike her southern neighbour where “protests” are non events, the protests in Hong Kong made indelible imprints all over the world.
Are these events spontaneous outpouring of people’s dissent? Any observer scrutinising the invisible powers behind these movements cannot but conclude that they are not spontaneous. There are tell-tale signs of externally inspired provocation in most of such events. US vice President Biden publicly blames his key allies for the turmoil in the Middle East (RT News). There is no denial of exogenous provocation that created the formation of ISIS. China’s Foreign Ministry Spokeswoman Hua Chunying said “I’d like to reiterate that Hong Kong is China’s Hong Kong, which is a special administrative region of China. Hong Kong affairs fully fall within China’s domestic affairs. We hope that relevant countries can be prudent in their words and deeds, refrain from interfering in the internal affairs of Hong Kong in any way, stay away from supporting the illegal acts such as “Occupy Central”, and do not send out wrong signals.” She pointed a finger squarely at US in meddling in Hong Kong’s affairs.
So the stage show continues:
Act 1: WW1
Act 2: WW2
Act 3: WW3?
Act 3 is still works in progress. We will soon know.
For in one hour so great riches is come to nought. And every shipmaster, and all the company in ships, and sailors, and as many as trade by sea, stood afar off