What happens to the characters of a play when their performances end? After the curtains close and the actors take their final bow. When their purpose is served and they are displaced into the realm of paper and ink, merely a memory to occasionaly be revisited by scholars and patrons of the arts. I often wonder where these characters go after their performances end, are they static? Forever cursed to relive the same lives ignorently over and over for the mear entertainment of their creators? Perpetualy fixed within their roles, never knowing they are merely figments of anothers imagination. Have you ever wondered if that may be our case? Are we but characters within this play titled 'Life'. A great playwrite once said "Life is but a play, and all the worlds a stage" or something to that effect What play is honestly more entertaining, more profound, and inspiring, than the life we are cursed and blessed to live? I often use the analogy of individuals beings the same at their base... saying we are all like paintings... and life is the paint which shapes the image which is appraised by the viewer... alluding to the point that we are all the same... merely flesh and blood with various experiances experianced at various times... merely canvas and paint... Is life merely art immitating life? is art merely life immitating itself? Some people have trouble seeing the use of art... Some see it as vain and useless... at the moment that's how I feel... the random passerby that looks and scoffs... at my core merely waiting to be captivated by something I can lose myself in...
I have always made up my own stories about the more interesting characters ... because I hate endings!
i think after the actor leaves the stage, he/she gathers their belongings, and hits the road, awaiting their next staring role (as an actor and all), but as humans, just keep on with whatever they, as an individual, wanna do with their life,, and hey man, i really like this thread =) edit: yeah i definitely got all hyped on an irrelevant responce =P you were talking about that characters =P, hmm,,, i believe that the character dont got any more emotion or life to it then what the actor played through it with,, we all would play the character differently in the play, so, i think how the character, when it lives, how it lived, belongs to the actor- cuz that was how it lived, how the actor interpreted the role and played it,, maybe? then the actor hits the road =)
the end of a book is often left open ended. its up to you to decide. hence why sequels sucks a lot of the time
well since i live with actors (or potential ones) i don't really see it that way. life? it's a big canvas waiting for you to paint it because only you can control your art. and i don't find art useless at all.
art may be useless but then again i have no problem spending my life wasting time whether or not society needs art, i need art therefore fuck what others believe or perceive just do what feels right to you
i dont think it's that it's being seen one dimensionally, you question what happens after the character's role, kinda resonated with death, then questioned if we were merely characters, asked if life was the greatest play, and we all replied about freedom, and living -- BEING the character, a bunch of different replies, it's one dimensional to expect us to reply in certain ways and dancingmaryjane, your signature is the best =P
Maybe eventually all scenarios are played out...maybe the characters in the stories actually live, somewhere, sometime. Somewhere other people take up where one book leaves off, just by chance of the imagination...if you could gather all the books together you might get the whole story of one person's life. That'd be cool.
Oh, come on. You know as well as I do that this thread is just a bunch of pseudointellectual psychobabble intended to make yourself feel smart and give you an opportunity to look down on anyone else. You have no interest in having a conversation and only want to hear yourself talk. If these folks think one dimensionally, you sir have no dimensions.
