Humanity has imprisoned itself on a convoluted ostentatious stage. Their illusions of grandeur have convinced themselves that they are irreplaceable. The unseen directors have herded them into their categorical roles in which they have specialized themselves to the point they are genetically created as servers of that role. However, this absent minded focus in their one role has rendered themselves the opposite. In the face of change, they crumble under the pressure; they hold-out and rebel. They feel their lives are in jeopardy when the famous star must become a supporting actor, when the hero must become the villain, or when they must not be seen yet still heard for the story line to flow as necessary.
Some are too slow witted to be able to improvise or improvise their roles, so instead they sit apathetically waiting for the script. Too lazy to be able to define themselves, they expect the answers to come down from the heavens. This state of malaise is the reason why the story never flows or why the there is never the “happy ending”. These very people are the same ones who complain that the story does not go the way they would like it to. As the old saying goes, “It is easier to point a finger then to lend a helping hand”. They are pathetic armchair enthusiasts who have become rooted to their recliner. Instead of trying to change the story themselves, they insist on complaining, but their complaints fall on deaf ears. There is no director or producer behind the cameras and the lights trying to create a dramatic tale. This is a comedy! Egotistical actors who are too stubborn to bend in their roles, dim-witted and slothful actors too lazy to attempt to change what they feel are wrong. No, instead the directors are sitting comfortably watching the action ensue from afar.
The truth is the denizens of the stage are mere puppets. They have no real, genuine memories, but those that are fed to them in the scripts. And even those memories, are but a lie. It is only the improvisers are the ones who are willing to change the story as they see fit, are the ones closest to the truth. They have no fear of being written out of the story, because they know there is no “real” story. They ultimately choose whether they wish to continue in this tragic comedy of a play, or reduce their role to something that is even beyond the eyes of the invisible director, or the audience that does not exist. They do not have the fear that the other actors have. There is no need to specialize in one aspect of the story, for it will only limit your roles on stage. There is no need to be fearful of being removed from the story. As sadistic and cynical as it sounds, the show cannot go on without their favorite puppets to abuse, even if it only comes down to one of them. Fear, fear is merely a blindfold to keep humans incapable of ever comprehending the truth. Over come fear and the truth can be seen, found and held. Succumbing to fear simply keeps you wandering blindly about the stage, with no memory or idea of who you really are inside but what you are told, and turns you away from the truth. If you turn your back from the truth, you remain nothing more than a puppet.