The room is full of people, the noise deafening, excitement is everywhere covering everything like kisses. Then the lights go dark. a mysterious melody rises from the darkness and meanders around the room slow at first then building in strength and speed. A light comes from out of the heavens and shines on joyfulnes embodied. smiling people rhythmically moving to the beat, music radiates from these people, slowly the crowd catches the Joy, catches the beat and starts to move as well, soon the entire room is filled with one motion. Suddenly, abandonment, the music stops, the lights go dark....and then, a voice, a voice to tell the room what to do, now that there is no music, no beat, no movement. All eyes stare at the the source of the voice, even though they can't see it, they cannot look away, they are compelled to focus on the darkness, to will a vision to appear. It does, a man is revealed, This man is telling a story, a story that is troubling. The crowd begins to feel uncomfortable. As they continue to listen and as the words settle over them and sink in the unease grows. The Story is drawing them deeper, into their very souls. The words call them to action, however, no one moves, everyone is waiting on someone else to be first, for someone else to be the hero. Then the full meaning of the story takes hold and one by one people realize, that is the point, i have to move, i cannot sit still any longer. I MUST act. This realization, is followed closely behind by emotions. All kinds, some feel excitement, some shame, some acceptance, some intense pain. Everyone hears the same words but they affect them differently, the call to action is different for each person. The action is different. As the room begins to stir, people are no longer one. They are now individuals, responding to the same words from the same man about the same thing. Some drop to their knees, a few leave, a smattering of people look towards the ceiling, a larger group looks towards the floor. After seconds, minutes, of this response, again the music comes, the notes drift around and then settle into a song, an anthem for the story, the song makes the people think. Makes them remember, those emotions, those actions they just did and makes them ponder the next time they can move, they can DO. As the final notes play the entire room is again one motion, one voice,........ just one.
Friday, July 16, 2010
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