A bard once suggested the world and our lives are a play; but he was using indirection to imply… that divine beings are the audience… and they ache, these muses, not merely for our chance to embody the prodigies hidden within us… but to see us overcome the obstacles with which we find ourselves beleaguered. And if we should, but only for a moment, an ancient imperative is fulfilled, and the sky herself explodes in celebration, and secret song.