Ghost Chorus
This theater has all of the regular features you’d expect.
There are entrance and exit doors, with clearly illuminated signs.
You enter and gain your bearings.
The exit signs beckon inevitably. You will be required at some unknown moment, to exit the theater.
Your senses play out on the screen. The projector displays cause and effect there. Without cause and effect, the theater would be dark and silent.
Some of the projections are visual. Images flicker across the satiny sail. This theater is special though and so there are not only sights, but sounds, and also smells, tastes, thoughts and touch.
You are caressed as if by hundreds of hands, but when you turn to focus attention on the source of each touch, you see nothing. It’s as though curtains are brushing you on every side, but are invisible.
Thoughts gain coherence, crisp, repeated. Thoughts echo in the theater. Something shapes and links them into stories, rules of thumb. These stories orient you, pushing back anxieties of the unexpected. You believe you know this show and can predict what will happen. This is comforting to believe you know the future.
You get used to the theater.
On a particularly quiet day, you may find yourself wondering about the chorus of…
