If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?

If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?
Ref:https://coolsig.com/lifes_questions3.html

on the moon.

Immediately the electric chair viewing theater comes to mind...

Yeah, your link doesn't show the question or answer. Not many good answers on the net either despite how many times that question appears in Google search.

If it helps any, McGoohan felt that the audience were located beneath us.

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" coolsig If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting? "

But it is true it has come on a lot of places, who knows who started first?

The question is an easy-to-engineer joke referring to a really old Shakespeare quote.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All_the_world%27s_a_stage

They aren't sitting.

They're also on the stage.

You can't be in the audience and on stage at the same time.

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That's not true. "Audience" doesn't really refer to location in this sense, it refers to whether or not you're watching someone else.

Shakespeare wasn't saying that we are putting on a performance for some outside party by that, he was saying that we each play several roles in our lives and refers to the seven ages of man.

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 a 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

It's about the fluid nature of a person's life and who a person really is and how it's defined by where he or she is in the stages of life, and with whom he or she is interacting.

John Locke would echo all of this with his idea of person stages and how they shape us psychologically into the identities we assume.

So the roles we play on the stage, we are actually playing for each other. The other people in the world. Who are our audience and in turn are playing roles for us and everyone else.

The Surrogates/Christs theory; thee ol' gloves in the blast box.

The ego self

Sounds to me that you're saying the audience can't simply be an audience.

If so, the analogy breaks down.

Q. If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?

A. (The audience is the I that is me, that sees what I see) The audience is also the director, the set designer, and the director. But (for the most part) the play is improvisation.

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Riders on the storm ...into this life we are thrown...
"One tends to make of one's self that which is made of one." (Sartre)

The ego is an object, that I have created.
I adopt some dictated, socially acceptable role.

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Sartre's waiter:

~ The waiter in a way that he believes a waiter should behave. The waiter is playing the role of a waiter. (i.e. The waiter is an automaton whose role (essence) is waiter.

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In order to play a roll I must (at some level) be aware that I am (in fact) only playing a role.
If you ask me who I am I tell you what I do. I see my(self) as the role I play.

[But]

I am not the role I play. I am other than the role my ego acts out.
I may pretend that I am the role that I play but what I am is a conscious being who has little (or nothing) to do with the social roles that I play.


It seems to be the case that some people do not know this.

Um.

No.

It doesn't.

It really doesn't. I don't know how to explain it any better than I already have.