Tree of Trees — Sam Spratt - Masks of Luci

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Attendee Type

Masked Player

MID:46%

Category

Luminate

X-HI:7%

18023.29506

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672.5275997

Observation

At my life’s dawn, I wore no mask - pure, unshielded. After breakfast, I tried one face after another, mirroring what others craved: strength, love, steadiness; trying to hide the fear, pain, rage. By noon I had stacked masks high, a tower of pretense. Now, in my golden dusk, the sun dips low behind me and I drop them one by one, barefaced in twilight’s glow. Ahead, night looms. To life’s west, it is midday where my children fashion their own masks, guiding their little ones through the morning’s haze.

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Response 1

Great chance, skill, and mastery metaphor. Amateur gamblers lose often to a professionals, who lose always to the Master who Created game. We are all here at a Master's party. An idea - how to show up? Enjoy, uplift, ponder, revile, hide in dark corner?

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Response 2

Perhaps once a flag, perhaps now a scrap trailing in the breeze. We want a flag; to carry into war, to drape on a casket, to mark the seat of power, to adorn festivities, to rally our small Canopy tribe... "us." Consider: what does it mean to "you?"

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Response 3

Your vision of an entropic world view, a futile pursuit of Truth illuminated only by our emotional/biological need to procreate is raw and bare: exactly as invited. But what if our collective power, channeled, can reverse entropy? Create more than life?

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Revision

As surely as sunrise and sunset are always somewhere, the great gift of being loved removes my fear of the nighttime ahead.

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