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