Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to finish today’s entry in my daily journal of “musings of Quiet Desperation”.

Word for the ages.

If you publish, do recall that’s intellectual property, that is.

Not really. It was more fun thinking I was some sort of iconic figure for some stranger I never met.

Sheesh… the ego on some people! Get over yourself!

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to finish today’s entry in my daily journal of “musings of Quiet Desperation”.

heh… I could have and should have more accurately stated “I hate it that you’re right about that particular statement.”

Oh.

Better?

Not really. It was more fun thinking I was some sort of iconic figure for some stranger I never met.

Wow! You must be psychic! That’s exactly what I was going to tell you next! I guess psychic powers are real after all.

Premature as right. I’d need to see some evidence for the existence of this so-called “stage manager” before considering the rest of it.

Next you’ll tell me the spaceship, the swamp, even the character wiggling his fingers all existed & were acting according to some magical “script” handed down from some on-high creator.

“If we see a guy lift a spaceship out of a swamp by wiggling his finger at it, we ought to be taking data and forming hypotheses. But to start formulating hypotheses about how someone MIGHT do that, seems a bit premature.”

It may be premature, but here’s my hypothesis. His wiggling his finger is a visual cue to the stage manager, who cues the stage crew to raise the spaceship. But then, this is coming from a theatre techie bias. [/snark]