The actors are tiny specks
in the huge volume of space
that is the waiting theatre.
The setting is imaginary,
represented by a few chairs
and strips of masking tape.
The director and the others
are there to evoke the illusion
that they hope will
enthrall the audience
for a couple of hours.
They are gathered
to interpret the words
written by a single person
who imagined the whole thing.
To lift these words
from the page so that
they can fill this huge space
and inspire the people
who will sit there and
suspend disbelief together
would be akin to inventing
the wheel, fire and atomic energy
on the same day
were it not for the layers
of experience and creativity
and history and art
and courage and determination
that all these people possess.
And so the great imagining begins
and the space is filled
with the souls of real ideas
that become living beings
to inhabit the synapses
of the audience and the world
they walk out to as they leave.
