As I divide my personality into dozens in order to build scenes, to give depth and conflict and time for characters to grow, to learn about themselves while interacting socially, gracefully, awkwardly, the self walks Earth in limbo.

A woman brings her beautiful young child to an adult event and we are all transported back to moments in our early years, where every new sight and sound was a joy to behold, an uninhibited laugh to share with the whole universe.

One weekend, city streets are deserted for Oktoberfest.

The next weekend, Big Spring Jam attracts the crowd on autumnal equinox.

Couples sway in time with the music.  Or not in time, enjoying the simple moment together in imperfect dissyncopation.

Helicopters hang in the air and practice firing maneuvers in the dark.

Missile batteries are charged and employed.

The value of life, the definition of culture, of maturity, of health – relativity is general, if not subject to objects faster than the speed of light dancing Viennese waltzes.

Kelly with the curly red hair.

Dan bagging groceries in the checkout line.

We…there’s that word, defining “us,” not them, together, teaching, learning…we work and play as one.

One people, loving, fighting, birthing, killing.

A part of our planet and our solar system, trillions of states of energy within trillions and trillions more, spinning, bouncing, colliding, combining.

Ageless.

We are the listeners, musical instruments and conductors of the narrated soundtrack of our living screenplay, written and played back in realtime, of now.

No rehearsal, no editing.

Watching musical acts, computer games and physical theories come and go like tides.

In the postdisclosure world, we tell you lies and then explain later how we lied to you, all of us just happy to understand we share this narrative while playacting, some “winning,” some “losing,” all of us living and dying, regardless of a sense of fair play.

Being cruel and kind to each other at the right time.

At the wrong time, too.

Like lovers who don’t know how to dance but are willing to try, rhythm not the issue, togetherness is.