We play at many things and are the sum of them, but aren't them really

 

 

 

 

 

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. ...

-- William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act II, Scene 7

Pay attention to your feelings: They're trying to tell you the universe is cold and dark and almost at a standstill, as you will be

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,

The season's difference; as the icy phang,

And churlish chiding of the Winter's wind,

Which when it bites and blows upon my body,

Ev'n 'till I shrink with cold, I smile and say,

'This is no flattery: these are counsellors,

That feelingly persuade me what I am.'

-- William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act II, Scene 1