Ride the wave
Buck the system
Dive down deep
Let them have it
Go all out
Jump at the chance
Roll the dice
Better late than never
Get their attention
Knock it out of the park
Get in the groove
Now bust a move
We actually see so little of our vast surroundings, I'm surprised that we haven't grasped precisely how tiny we are compared to the whole. We are not without significance, but we are without question, tiny.
This life is already Heaven, our deeds lift the suffering veil. But you said that's the way it WOULD be, instead of the way it was... Are you a thief without a kingdom to subdue?
[the bell ringing echoes throughout the darkness surrounding me]
----A young girl in a magical land as her father foments war----
On stage are a large group of massive, ancient trees, center. They appear angry, their limbs extended in a gruesome dance. As the audience waits for the houselights to fade and the fantasy to begin, a haunting didgeradoo solo begins to play. As the houselights fade, the didgeradoo will peak and then fade down, but not out.
(Nighttime. MASOUMEH [Sinless, Innocent] stands among the many colossal trees. She is waiting on someone…or something. In her hand she holds a small wooden doll with orange hair. The hair brushes against the leaves on the ground as she waits. The wind begins to pick up now as the didgeridoo gets stronger. Soon the ground around MASOUMEH begins to quake and the wind becomes fierce. The wind is furious, yet she is not lifted by it. Soon MASOUMEH looks up directly at the audience. She holds her doll in the air as if to offer it to them. After a long moment MASOUMEH brings the doll down again, its hair dan…