To one who lives in a mask a genuine person appears an actor, yet this is the broken mirror of lore, the same that presents vices as virtues in the conceptual world.
The actor kept his soul in a bottle, I swear he did. He kept it there so no matter how many millions saw right into it, right through those beautiful eyes, it was still his. I think that's the way it has to be when you are so famous and so loved, you keep it safely in glass for self protection, how else could you share it with so many?
The doctor treats one person at a time, yet the actor may treat millions. As you show your heart, your empathy and compassion, you ignite our mirror neurones and we learn by copying your onscreen persona. It's natural, as art follows life, life follows art. So though we love our dear medics with a passion, please learn to see that you are the ones with your fingers on the pulse of our communities, our nations and, by extension, our Earth. You all know the plot, let me not preach it to you, but the patient is down, the breath is rasping, then there is quiet and we mourn the death too soon... for the doctor keeps on working well past the point of hope... and always... yes, always... the patient breaths again. Earth, nature, our communities, us... we're worth fighting for. So Hollywood actor, diva of the screen, let your art teach us how to love so purely that a new world emerges, strong, sustainable, thriving and free...
The actor let herself sink into the emotions the part required. Sadness welled in her soul and her eyes and voice took on the look desired by the director. The scene was worth a grammy, but it was hard for her to feel as happy as the rest of the cast. Letting the negative energy in was simple, chasing it out again took a little time.
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