Those were my dreams, not yours.

May 1, 2014

∙ Paid

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.

Frightened

Wanting

Hoping.

This time, it could have a different end…

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