Where do we start... the playbill, the teaser, the trailer, the opinion, the suggestion, the word of mouth, the review, the cast/production staff, the music, the purchase of the tickets?
Good question. All of these answers are correct. Whatever it takes to see the play, the action, the conversation, the dialogue, the thought.
All of these are muscles, all of these are beauty; whether they're handsome or gorgeous. What great crime is their in determining that this is time you spend in search of feeling and fascination, desiring to quell, to quench thirsts and hungers of undying endeavors, entreating your own whims and whimsies?
Isn't a world within a world enough to quiver with, at?
If all the world's an act, you're being promised a few within a linear, non-linear view. Everything before is everything again, sharing a resurgence of hope and faith and love that this message of messages will share and show you truths even if in the seats next to you. Their fullness, their emptiness, a consideration less of value, worth, unless you burden your self with knowing their judgement, their being exactly everything and more that's been placed for you.
Sometimes the life lessons happen before you get to the venue, before you sit and wait for closed doors and hushed voices, the undressing of curtains. Amplify that by what happens during, after. Remember, everyone's an actor. Just by your witnessing, there's another question, often unasked: when does the production truly begin, truly end?
Do you wonder about other's opinions? Is there a conversation? At what level are you paying attention, at what level or you receiving the content, the interaction?
Perhaps the point is perfection, that kind that only matters in glimpses, sentences, displays and galleries of hidden and revealed masks and motivations.
