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It is
not
the play
itself.
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Dressed to the nines and
willing, embark. |
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Do not plot in advance. |
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In the bustle and sheen
of urban regalement
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you will advance
upon the halls
of legend and myth,
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the modern temple.
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This is best done
under cover of nightfall...
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and in the company
of the only one
in whom you must
place your trust.
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Look sharply
and enter
the temple among the watered down worshippers
that generations ago disremembered the purpose in the rite.
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While they
look and listen
you must strive
to see and hear.
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Your quest is wasted
if you fail
to pay here
with proper currency.
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Be astute. |
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Leave passivity and
entertainment
to the rest. |
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Do your part
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to revive active worship
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in the new house
of the Gods.
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Neither eat
nor drink here,
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save plain water from a bottle...
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...having been obtained elsewhere.
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When the spectacle has come to a close, rise
but do not clap.
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Leave the arena of dreams
and retain that pass which gained you admittance.
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In your own domicile write upon the doorway
these words:
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“It is not the play
itself.” |
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Place it
beneath that cushion upon which you rest your head during slumber.
Let it be
your reminder.
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