The world is too much with us

Getting and spending we lay waste our powers

Little we see in nature that is ours...

We have given our hearts away, a sordid in boom!

... both talking about the vain exaction that tasks our lives ... And then Toni Kan, a poet of no mean class and  fellow traveling genie, finely encapsulates

What is life but death?

What is gain but loss?

What is laughter but sorrow?

That tasks our lives?

And also this by Karl Marx and Bob Dylan respectively:

“All Solid melt into the air”

“People don’t live or die - people float!”

            But Man will never stop in his quest. And thus will continue via science and technology with effects that depletes his ozonic depths and environs until he gets swallowed up and consumed. And also ensuring from the rat-raced survival of the fittest and scramble for the resources which will never be enough. The poem in the movie OMEN also suffices beautifully to analyze the ongoing.

When the Jews return to Zion, the ancient Roman Empire rises

... pitching Man against himself, until Man exist; no more!

The play Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett also suffices splendidly to sum up this analysis of Man in his universe and incidentally, the theatrical performance of which Shakespeare has described:

Life is a stage

A tale told by an idiot

Full of sound and fury

Signifying nothing

There are entrances and exists

And in one life time, many an

Individual plays many parts

        In ... Godot, two tramps converse between themselves in a wasteland, waiting fruitlessly, demonstrating beautifully, the finest portrayal of the notion of the “Hopelessness of Hope”. Waiting for someone who remained unidentified throughout the length and breath of the play, “Godot”, who may or may not exist. And with whom they seldom recollect having some kind of appointment. One of the fellows voiced out their collective frustrations which I dare say is a symbolic metaphorical comment regarding the travails of Man’s conscious and unconscious insatiable quest, and his existence in the Universe.

Nothing happens, nobody comes, and nobody goes,

It’s awful...

 The above is again, an elaborate play by Becket, a postulation that parodies the traditional modes of Western Cultures of drama. But most importantly, an inescapable participation of dramatic inquiry and investigation into the life of Man and his relationship with the Universe and vice versa.

         Finally, what then is drama? How does this concern Man? How do the three: Man, Universe and Drama, how do they interrelate? Fine, let us proceed.

Man is that being or that entity created into being ( as the holy books  tell us) by God Almighty and put in the earth; and then the larger earth, to till and toil and alas! Lie beneath! Because he grew curious, inquisitive and adventurous ... he was Adam, who is also now you and I.

The Universe is the large empty void. All the open spaces of the spheres amounting to the numerous planets, galaxies and constellations, and one particular geo-planetary zone is Earth, in which Man finds a home and dominates.

Drama is an imitation of life and its chief element is action!

Man’s life and existence on earth is theatrical and thus dramatic. And in his blind search for a better day, he delightedly, albeit crazily navigates his way home. And the bulk of his travails, his anguish, his triumphs, his tribulations, his joy and pains and hope and mixed expectations of the new dawn which goes in, to finely define  the Colours of dust” he raises in the wake of his steps - the theatre of his absurd existence. And rites of passage: Drama.

In his study of the phenomenon of the world’s existence, Hegel observes that certain laws of motion are inherent in the movement of things. And this, which for the super star and mega artist Michael Jackson, is music. This, the forces he says, hear Michael:

It’s all music... “The music of the spheres”

It is this that governs the architecture

Of all human DNA

The sequence of Night and Day