Beneath the Artist's Loving Hand.

"Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will. "

Starry Starry Night ~ Don McLean

Now, if all the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players, let Love be the director. I realise that my attitude has been just as despicable. I have to remember that it's not just about me and my sense of values, but the fact that everyone is made in the very image of my God.

And then I wonder, if all the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players, does that mean that the person I am seen to be while doing theatre, is the person that I really am in real life?