THE PLAY

 Do you ever feel that some mundane part of life suddenly seems to carry meaning?

You stop on the corner of a street, and feel all of a sudden that it was very important that you stopped just there, just at that time?

You see a book out of place on a library shelf and you choose to put it back, see it's upside down, but then leave it that way anyway.

You add a stone to a small cairn in a hollow in a cliff by the sea, or you say a hello to a magpie who then flies off as if carrying a message.

You take a walk at night, and the world feels poised on the edge of something happen, as if even the stars are waiting.

You turn left, not right, or you throw a stick into a stream or you add a mark to a wall covered in chalk or you step a particular way across paving stones, making your own pattern as if there is meaning to it, and it is very important. There is, and it is.

You are playing your role as one of the cast in the play. There are forty-seven of you, and the play has been performed without stopping for the last three hundred and seven years. A new player joins the moment the light disappears from another player's eyes. Only four of the cast know that they are in the play, and the four of them are all from the original cast who played the very first scene.

Sometimes, though, the other forty-three of you wonder. You feel, and you wonder…something.

One day, the play will finish, and depending upon the final scene this may be a very bad thing for everyone who lives in this world..