The artist, backstage

release the thought like the sitar-string yielding to the warm press of human fingers; now you are known to yourself and now, another; and with the sweet injunction of song, redress all that we condemn as wrong.

herein lies the madness of art: to act or not to act; to be or not to be; to want and sate want; to seek and be sought; to wreak and to be wrought.

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