I'm too tired to sleep....Why are we so obsessed with our differences? Maybe because we are aware that the proscenium of life is a Theatre of Cruelty. So we gear up for battle. But damnit, I'm sick of fighting. Why can't we all just get along man? Why can't we all just...get...along ?
2 comments:
nit pick time:
To say: "proscenium of life is a Theatre of Cruelty."
is to say:
On the table of Life sits a bowl of cherries that are filled with pits.
"proscenium" is one those words that theater technicians geek out over. It is an arching and mostly flat structure that defines the parameters of the stage while hiding rigging and lights.
The proscenium is like the table.
They can be dropped from the allegories.
oh my god you are being so anal.
point taken, repetitive malapropism noted.
it was 2:27 am and sounded good at the time.
Shall we deconstruct the Theatre of Life allegory further?
What would the Brahman make of all this ?
The Veil of Maya anyone...
Lela...the play of the Godhead.
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