Back
to the thought – one only needs one reason to be happy – being alive. We can
sit back, relax, watch God’s ever-playing show outside the window, or inside
the amphitheater of the soul: our various, infinite, perhaps, selves that come,
enact their scenes and dialogues, and go, into the wings, or the green rooms,
or to beds to sleep, or to chairs to watch the inner and outer drama, and
return to play yet another scene. Acting, as well as retiring, watching, as
well as playing and participating, is their purpose.
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