Power Of The Final Scene - SD1508.10

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“Power Of The Final Scene.”

Personal Log – Stardate 1508.10

 

Silence.

 

Often overlooked by many, the power the lack of distraction can provide is something extraordinary. Throughout history, times of reflection and profound decision have been made in such a state. The ability to singularly focus and not be sidetracked is a critical component to the success of many endeavors. Yet more often than not, a mind might wonder into a more contemplative state. Here, sometimes, the sounds of prior decisions or events might once again be heard. The environment a person surrounds themselves in might surrender, even if only briefly, echoes of the past. Many times these reflections help to inform future decisions…most times.

 

At a certain point, decisions lose their power. Events or circumstances reach a stage of controlling themselves. Here, reflection and history hold no benefit as the path no longer allows any change. Often, this situation comes at a time when a finale is on the horizon. If done correctly, a person’s decisions have served them well and postponed this eventual fate as long as possible. A constant truth of the universe is that whether for good or for evil, nothing can last forever.

 

During such events, it is here the echoes of the past latch onto the moments of silence for a new purpose. Instead of informing decisions, they proclaim in a loud voice history and meaning to all that has come before. Sometimes this can include ghosts of the past. Sometimes this can include the worn faces of the present, many who look back with nostalgia at things that will never come again. It is here, in this place, that silence provides possibly the greatest power ever. While no longer designed to provide informed decisions, instead it presents something new: joy and sorrow.

 

When one takes a moment to look back at the road they have traveled, often there is a sense of joy at the accomplishment of making it this far. Yet through that process, there is a pain of sorrow. The loss of persons no longer present and joyous events that will never come again. It is at this moment that both emotions begin to inform the future. While decisions will not change, the recognition that an ending is near provides deep power. A person has the ability to hold on to the memories that still remain and to cherish the so few encounters still to come.

 

It is an advantage to know in advance that when the final act is over both joy and sorrow will become the same thing. Here, pride in the accomplishment and in the adventure itself will become the cherished heirloom. It will be something tangible, to be protected and held sacred forever. A person will emotionally and physically wrap themselves up in this powerful device, no different than a warm blanket on a cold winter night.

 

It is our attempt to hide another, final, emotion that will always remain. The pain of absent friends, of now distant relationships, of celebrations that will never come again….the pain of silence where there was once such joy.

 

The curtain was about to rise for one final act. The intent and mission were clear. Now was a time for focus, to embrace these sacred moments that would never come again. Here, for one last time, they would rise to their feet and make themselves known. For two decades the show had endured, from one theatre to another. They would have one last scene…one last night…one final farewell.

 

By the time they reached the closing bow, twenty years and one day would be the final mark. Over seventy-three hundred hours will have passed. Hundreds of lives had been touched, for many becoming a permanent place in their heart. It would be an October like no other. After all, it would be their last together.