The smile on the stage, on the street, at the office
\nis not the same as the smile in the quiet room,
\nat the mirror, at the furry creature beside you.
\nThe one is armour, a mask built according to a formula;
\nthe other has no recipe, but issues naturally from
\njoy. It is the flower in the forest, the vacation that
\nyou can’t take; it takes you. No airline can get you there;
\nbut every photographer wants the next photo to depict it,
\nevery artist wants to paint it, every composer hears it in
\ndreams, every dancer sees it in the next leap. The pity is
\nall the world’s a stage, but real life is behind the mask.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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