It was curtains up, voices projected and a hushed audience awaiting the words, awaiting the magical effects they had upon their thoughts and perceptions. The play was anticipation, then laughter, then the rewards of "aha" moments in quiet reflections over a lifetime - those insights interweaving with other illuminations of the arts. For what allows us to reflect so well but mirrors to the soul - and this is what the play truly is.
The play was the inspector calling, it was the playwright calling into our souls to inspect the rot and damage we had let fester over the years. We'd felt the need to survive and tried to dislocate our hearts and souls as lesser Lady MacBeths, each of us needing the play to show us our own hands.
The play was the mirror within and the mirror to the society we live in yet often don't see. It was a way to access truth, a chance to do better, and as always we humans do that best at play - always the kids who love a bit of dress up and drama.
The theatre was the place adults could play, could dress up and make scene. Yet the play was so much more - to the playwright, the acting troop and the audience. It took on a life of its own, a living breathing work of art in the community. It showed us truths that we can rarely see when they are part of our own social worlds, it gave us an ability to hold a mirror to society and ask the challenging questions about how we become more humane humans.
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