__Audition selves charmed by his Master's Voice.
Metaphor becomes Reality.
Ways of Escape____
_________________________________________ As I think of those who read and write everyday and those who die in their dumpy little stews.. and pews.. Miller 's lines came to mind...
'Weep and you will find a million crocodiles to weep with you. The world is forever weeping. The world is drenched in tears. Laughter, that’s another thing. Laughter is momentary-it passes. But joy, joy is a kind of ecstatic bleeding, a disgraceful sort of supercontentment which overflows from every pore of your being.
You can’t make people joyous just by being joyous yourself. Joy has to be generated by oneself: it is or it isn’t. Joy is founded on something too profound to be understood and communicated. To be joyous is to be a madman in a world of sad ghosts.