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“No more doom and gloom, folks. Showtime is upon you. Welcome to the matinee.“

Before the coming dunking in the lake of light, we would like to do a bit of dramatic entertainment. May we have an audience? Will you allow us to perform for you a piece we call Improvisation? We think you’ll enjoy it. Lo and behold, what light through yonder window breaks? It is bold of you to ask. Since you do, know it is the light of a new day. Take that to mean what you will. From the heart of the fond lover of you, our mother, the galaxy, pours a torrent of light. When you finally are fully drenched, you will be new beings. The gods will have returned. Our drama song and dance is something like “A Day in the Mind of God, a Night of Tremendous Memory”. No more doom and gloom, folks. Showtime is upon you. Welcome to the matinee.

We present to you three travelers, each representing a separate constellation of ideas about reality. Person number one is called Mortal Man. He is characterized as a fatalist, one who lives by the dictum, “You live, you die, then you feed the worms.” Lean and lanky, he trudges, mumbles and fusses and occasionally says something brilliant. He only wears black. Person number two is called Master of Ceremonies. He is fast and slick, arrogant and sly, a dry bone. Always dressed to the teeth, he makes grand gestures and helps himself to the spotlight. He always wears London designs. Person number three is called Mental Clarity. He is high and low, back and front, everywhere at once. Answer nonsense to Mental Clarity and you’ll find yourself at the receiving end of a barrage of logic designed to set you straight. He only wears cashmere and silk and always carries a sense of sarcasm as a walking-stick. That is the cast of characters. Now, the setting: It was a dark and stormy night, and not a creature was stirring. The stage is bare except for an entryway, a bench and a sign that says “Please, under no circumstances should you be anywhere else but here.” It is more like a coffin than a womb in darkness, yet the name of the place is Home. We begin... continued at opalescent words