“All the world’s a stage and all the men and women merely players” So wrote the great Bard. Humankind want to build utopias where God seems not to care, so we lie to each other, spend thousands on medical insurance trying to avoid deaths honesty.
Chemical smoke, mushroom clouds tangled in the folly of trust, for whom the bell tolls, flowers at nightfall and a silent tramp who knows,‘it is easy to be dead?’
The acting of religious wonders, by those who can’t see the beauty and horror of the historic Christ, in the mud sweat and blood of ordinary days lived by extraordinary men and woman in nature’s agonies.
I would rail against being an actor, because of dangerous ego, but, If I were forced to play a part and play it well, it would be, Judas.