Overcoming the Corruption of Mortality


We hang bright lights because we will someday be lost, brought back to the slime from whence we emerged and left to rotting flesh and doubtful consciousness.

We hang bright lights and we sing.

We give to others unceasingly and we never imagine how they will regard our corpses. We only hope they will remember. Not our deeds in their behalf, but remember us at all.
We will have been documented. We will have lived. With a sufficient resume we may yet live again. Can you attain immortality with a C minus?

We praise our gods and curse our fate. We cannot attain the trinity. We are rich and loveless. We are loved and needy. We are aware and despondent.

Rich and despondent.

Aware and needy.

Needy, unloved, and despondent. Poor bastards.

Rich, loved, and aware? Admit it, you never met such a creature. The trinity is denied us.

We invent a substitution. Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. We invent a scenario for them to thrive.


CASTING NOTICE

Father: Venerable patriarch, paid his dues in the theatre, is respected for his stage presence and stentorian vocal instrument.

Role Model: Our father, who art in heaven – probably because most of us have outlived him. We are familiar with this image and will respond to it.

Son: Dynamic young persona and rising star who grabs our imagination and is doomed to a short life and an immortal legacy, leaving us to only view him in ideal form forevermore. He embodies our deepest longings in his sensitive portrayals. James Dean in sandals.

Role Model: Us. We all endure the slings and arrows that even the father cannot prevent. This role is easily identifiable and therefore the focus of our consideration.

Holy Spirit: The real star. It wrote, directed and financed this extravaganza, plays all the character roles to perfection, and is given scant screen credit. We cannot understand It. We cannot flesh It out. It remains an enigma because It defies category and good old box office appeal. Most of us are ignorant of Its function in the grand scheme.

Role Model: We cannot pin this one down, so we minimize Its contribution. Open to all races and sexes. We cannot see, hear, or taste this entity. It is the abstract form of the supreme equation and dwells in the realm of inspiration and expression. All thought, no flesh. The Primal Force from the very well of life itself. And It is not patently male.

This is a non-paying gig, but may very well jazz up your resume. Partial nudity required.

JC