In the late 60's during protests of the Vietnam war, mom took me to see my 1st large scale musical theater performance, "Man of La Mancha," inspired by Miguel de Cervantes and his seventeenth-century masterpiece Don Quixote.
It tells the story of the "mad" knight, Don Quixote, as a play within a play, performed by Cervantes and his fellow prisoners as he awaits a hearing with the Spanish Inquisition.
I'll never forget this play with my mom. Looking back now I draw a correlation to her dreams and desires for a world of beauty, peace, prosperity and equality for all humanity.
She knew the ugliness of the opposite. As a teen she traveled to Europe with her parents soon after WWII experiencing the aftermath of the horrors of injustice and destruction of war first hand.
Now here I am "dreaming the impossible dream" witnessing the atrocities happening in the world, tangled up in wordplay, chasing after truth and BEAM(ing) the mythelium with Eleprocon kin at my side as we transition between this last fairytale and our new mythOS…