Theatre of Solitude

BE PURE. Be Icarus and Dionysus both. Look into the face
of others and ask—with your wings and with your eyes—for
their pain. And when they offer up their suffering, their sorrow
and grief, heartache and sadness, take it all into your mouth,
your beak, and hold tight but careful like a stork carrying a
baby. Bundle it all together and carry it away, up toward the
sun, continuing toward the heat with a pureness of heart. Let it
overtake you, let the sun burn the gift you’ve brought. Let it
burn you as well, if it must. Sacrifice.