Those were my dreams, not yours.
Just say your lines.
No, they are not the lines from our last rehearsal.
Yes, they have changed.
Say them anyway
Then exit stage left.
Just walk off the stage and keep on walking
Then walk some more
Until you can no longer hear the sound of my voice.
Until you can no longer even remember my voice.
This play was only offered two times in our lifetime
Once, 40 some years ago.
And now, again, this past year.
But I can see that it will never open.
40 years ago we could barely read the lines from Act 1
Today, we don’t even know how or where to begin Act 1.
The script is risky and ambiguous
Frightening to think too closely about consequences
Exhilarating to read lines of wonder and passion
Recklessly bold and daring,
Holding out promise of great rewards and joy
If we dare.
We have such mystery-shrouded clouds of questions
Wondering how it took us 40 years to get here.
This time, it could have a different end…