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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Deepening Dusk by Odin Roark How might this relentless approach of final darkness present its final moments before curtain? The acts have been rewarding, even as the protagonist and antagonist missed some cues, made a few false entrances, and at times confused the audience of only me. Thankfully… My catwalk view where having long ago embraced Gordon Craig’s Uber-Marionette concept, his self-aware-life-enactment being simultaneously puppet and puppeteer, prepared me well for the Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations: “All of us are creatures of a day; the rememberer and the remembered alike. The time is at hand when you will have forgotten everything, And the time is at hand when all will have forgotten you.” Such is the synchronous epiphany with a drama’s final curtain allowing a moment’s pause before one’s inner-house lights illumine yet another transition, from “what if” to “what is” to “what might be”. Hopefully the staging of one’s mirrored life becomes companionable for the journey back home, that place in one’s mind where comforts remain tenuous by often reluctant acceptance, when overcoming challenges is beyond one’s ability. Yet… To prepare for the final unpredictable, when one’s deepening dusk no longer finds the stage lit, when illusion and delusion applaud together the finished performance of one’s choices, one’s experiences delineated into one’s inner-monologue of truth. “Pass, then, through this little space of time in harmony with nature and end thy journey in contentment, just as an olive falls off when it is ripe, blessing nature who produced it, and thanking the tree on which it grew.” Marcus Aurelius
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