Perspective is strange because the same moment can become a different story when we see it from another distance. Even within our own life, something that once felt final may look less settled later. Shakespeare’s line is not a claim that pain exists only in the mind. It is a reminder that interpretation is active. We are always making meaning, often before we realize we have done it. Sometimes a little distance lets us see that our first reading was not the only one available. What might look different from another angle?