Nature may be subtle and play us apparently many plaster. As if it pulls us around by the nose in the manege, and forcing us to dance to its tune. It uses an excellent conductor and virtuoso playing so that we get enchanted, and find it difficult to spot other than what it has in the repertoire.
We get lost easily and immediately, in the ideas it intends to show on the Main Stage. The performances seem sometimes theatrical, but can be anything from agonizing to sentimental. The field of our core, though neutral, seems difficult to conquer.
Without a compass, we have to fight our battles with double-edged swords. It makes sense, as long as the show is running. Meanwhile, we choose the first, and then the other way. Over and over again, not all the signs we encounter in the scenes, seems to be true, and navigation unit has been unfaithful several times. The weather forecast is fooling us, and the time is rarely quiet, but are either too slow or too fast. So we convert ourselves gradually to rely on intuition.
When the curtain goes down after the last performance, when the lights turned off and the seats folded up, we get up, stretch our legs and smile a bit dazed to each other.
Outside, in the warm summer evening, stands some and gets a cigarette. They understood the show before it ended, but waited anyway because there were people who would drive home together.
Lis and Knud have seen the play several times, Allan understood not a bit, and Gail and Eigil have finally realized that lightning strikes from theatrical thunder never can hurt their thatched house.
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