When the final curtain falls, or the lights go dark, it’s over. The play is done; the actors take their calls, leave the stage and scramble to change out of costume. All that’s left for the audience is a confused and fading memory. Confused because that’s what the theater does best, create conditions that allow us to fool ourselves into believing that what we know to be false is real, at its most persuasive when it’s telling us what we already know. It’s not best suited to argument or discussion. It’s a place for fine phrases and gesture, for the vivid flash of emotion, for smiling deception.
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When the final curtain falls, or the lights go dark, it’s over. The play is done; the actors take their calls, leave the stage and scramble to change out of costume. All that’s left for the audience is a confused and fading memory. Confused because that’s what the theater does best, create conditions that allow us to fool ourselves into believing that what we know to be false is real, at its most persuasive when it’s telling us what we already know. It’s not best suited to argument or discussion. It’s a place for fine phrases and gesture, for the vivid flash of emotion, for smiling deception.