It’s opening night. The star of the play has become totally incapacitated. Desperate, the director commandeers a wheelchair, hires a small person to push the ‘star’ to his appropriate position as the play evolves and equips the wheelchair with a speaker that will respond when someone off-stage speaks the lines of the actor into a microphone.
Quite a difference for the star. No thought about; where to go, how long to stay, what to do or what to say.
The star soon realizes that he can be part of the audience! Since everything is done for him, he can watch as his life is ‘lived’ for him.
The Infinite uses a similar choreography, but instead of adhering to stage directions and a script it opts for sharing superlatives.
When you relinquish your governing powers you find your wheelchair is always in the perfect spot, exquisite words form in your mind and what you will do becomes second-nature to you.
The spotlight is no longer shining, but the warmth is still felt.