"I held the key"

"God has not promised skies always blue, flower-strewn pathways all our lives through; God has not promised sun without rain, joy without sorrow, peace without pain.

But God has promised strength for the day, rest for the labour, light for the way, grace for the trials, help from above, unfailing sympathy, undying love."

--Kristone



I love the start of "Viva la Vida"--it sounds like a building anticipation of something that's about to happen. You stand on top of the cliff with strong gusts of wind whipping your face, you almost can't open your eyes, but from the slits, the orangeness of the setting sun is comforting yet powerfully unsettling. It is a hue that pushes you off where you are. You are waiting for something, you don't know what it is, but you know you are just moments away from it happening. With that one deep breadth, you bungee down the cliff, the cold air rushes through your lungs. Green-orange-yellow-blue-brown, the world is a myraid of colours. You feel incredibly empowered, the past is the past, and that is it.

faking reality/presenting fiction

At one extreme one finds that the performer can be fully taken in by his own act; he can be sincerely convinced that the impression of reality which he stages is the real reality. When his audience is also convinced in this way about the show he puts on—and this seems to be the typical case—then for the moment at least, only the sociologist or the socially disgruntled will have any doubts about the “realness” of what is presented.

--Erving Goffman