The world's a stage on which all parts are played.

The application of this knife, the division of the world into parts and the building of this structure, is something everybody does. All the time we are aware of millions of things around us - these changing shapes, these burning hills, the sound of the engine, the feel of the throttle, each rock and weed and fence post and piece of debris beside the road - aware of these things but not really conscious of them unless there is something unusual or unless they reflect something we are predisposed to see. We could not possibly be conscious of these things and remember all of them because our mind would be so full of useless details we would be unable to think. From all this awareness we must select, and what we select and calls consciousness is never the same as the awareness because the process of selection mutates it. We take a handful of sand from the endless landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand the world.

We take a handful of sand from the endless landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand the world.

It is the art of mankind to polish the world, and every one who works is scrubbing in some part.

The world is a complex place. In our struggles to simplify and understand, we often identify some bugbear and then make it responsible for all evils.

The world is an abstract art. We see it as we want to see it. It is a garden of roses and it is also a forest of thorny bushes and poison oak.

The world is getting more and more scruffier, innit?

I like to envision the whole world as a jigsaw puzzle... If you look at the whole picture, it is overwhelming and terrifying, but if you work on your little part of the jigsaw and know that people all over the world are working on their little bits, that's what will give you hope.

This world is but canvas to our imaginations.

The world is full of scribbling Nobodies
who think they’re scribbling Somebodies.

The world is everything that is the case.

You can't make up anything anymore. The world itself is a satire. All you're doing is recording it.

We are standing on the rubble of the world that was, and we must have the foresight and courage to imagine, and create, the world as it should be: more compassionate, more equal, more sustainable. A world that is safe from fascists and tyrants.

All the world's not a stage.