I
liked
the
way
two
audience
members
were
laughing
with
St.
Francis
last
night.
I
wanted
to
tell
them
how
much
pleasure
their
response
gave
me.
It
reminded
me
of
how
my
sister
and
I
used
to
get
the
giggles
in
church.
A
just
slightly
out
of
control
pleasure,
but
able
to
go
to
the
brink,
hover
in
the
abandonment,
and
bring
it
back
to
propriety
safely.
Theirs
was
a
childlike
delight.
Those
moments
in
performance
when
we
can
watch
each
other
working
bring
medicine
to
the
room.
Everything
is
complete.
The
balance
of
adrenaline,
heat,
gravity,
light,
focus,
oxytocin,
preparation,
love,
silence,
intention,
curiosity
and
the
thousand
other
elements
that
make
up
our
bodies
and
this
second
in
time
are
perfectly
weighted.
All
we
need
is
to
breathe.
The
performance
is
in
the
air
that
we
breathe.
We
are
fully
conscious
of
creating
this
second
and
the
next.
Wishing
this
one
would
never
come
to
an
end.
Knowing
that
the
next
will
fulfill.
We
inhale
this
event
and
it
brings
a
fortified
oxygen
mixture,
a
homemade
laughing
gas,
to
our
body
and
soul.
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