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Traveler
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Where’s the Spotlight?
It’s a horrible nightmare. You know the kind. You experience it in that shallow sleep, early in the morning, before light. It’s usually accompanied by a dull headache keeping you in that thin state of unrest, never waking but never deeply sleeping. Vivid images project upon the screen of your mind which is your nightmarish play.
The play is set upon a stage in a large dark theater. It’s eerily quiet and cold. You know the audience is there. They wait and watch with dispassionate interest. No one cares if your character suffers, lives or dies. Either way, when the play is over, the audience exits the theater and life goes on.
There’s a spotlight from the upper decks somewhere in the rear. Despite it’s intense narrow beam, there is no reflection. There’s no scatter of light off the subject it is now focused on. Not even the slightest wash of light upon the stage. It’s just you in the spotlight. The audience is wrapped in an ebony blanket of gullibility – innocently swayed. The Beam... It’s a beam of envy. It’s a beam of mistrust. It’s a beam of selfishness. It’s a beam of guilt. The spotlight is a beam of blame.
You know this spotlight. You’ve felt it before. No matter how honest and forthright the character is; the intense, obdurate beam casts it’s subject in the most unflattering way. In a nightmarish play, where guilt of a crime is the determining plot, the evil icily stare of the Cycloptic spotlight makes its inference to the audience. You’re Guilty. You’re Selfish. You’re Unreasonable.
With no other character to focus upon -- it’s you in the spotlight. The other character hides cowardly in the darkness. You can feel him winning again. It’s always the one in the Spotlight. The one in the Spotlight always suffers the inference of guilt. You’re head’s pounding and you’re trying to move. Move from the spotlight. Your motions are weighted... sluggish as they often are in that nightmarish state between wake and sleep. You probe the darkness with helpless, blinded eyes. You turn to the Audience and you scream in defiance of the prejudgement:
“Life is bigger.â€
You spin back and face you’re invisible accuser, spitting out biting words through gritted teeth –
“And It’s bigger than you and you are not me. The lengths that I will go to...
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enoughâ€
Dammit... It’s the fricken Radio Alarm... A segue from your Nightmare to the real world. That is... a real world which is... A Nightmare. Don’t know whether to thank it or smash it with a fist.
“I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no I've said too much
I set it upâ€
Who is this guy singing? Does he work for USAirways. I feel you pain man!
“Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
That was just a dreamâ€
“Take all the Aspirin you can kid – the headache and the dream ain’t going awayâ€, you say to the radio.
The songster seams to answer in agreement by repeating the nightmare lyrics which invaded your dream over again.
But before you shut it off you listen to the verse again... lyrics of – Losing my Religion, Out of Time album, by REM.
“That’s me in the spotlight... The slip that brought me to my knees... Thought I heard you laughing†How appropriate, you think.
But can you feel it? The spotlight? It’s moving. It’s moving back in your direction.
Like a faithful battered wife, some employees are again accepting the guilt... “It’s my fault... Maybe I’m not trying hard enough. Here’s what I think we should do... Let’s give them what they want... Pleeease guys, Don’t question them! Just giiiivvvveeeeeee. OOHhhhhh, PLEeease, Make the Pain stooopppp!â€
Ya know what? Maybe you’re right! Maybe the employees are wrong, guilty, greedy, unreasonable... But how the heck can you tell?
If I were an Employee (cough, cough, uhmm... sorry), I would agree to further concessions. There’s no doubt... I would. If USAirways’ Management has done all they can to squeeze every dollar out of this Airline with maximum efficiencies in utilization of assets, planning and scheduling, then I would sacrifice more for the security of having a job during this... uh... “transformationâ€. But first...
Let’s try to identify the problem in finding a common ground or a starting place with Management. Let’s play a game of Word Association.
I’ll say Management.
What?... Untrustworthy?... Why would you associate that word with Management?
OK, that’s just you guys in front. You loudmouths. How about you guys in back?
What?... Untrustworthy?... What? Oh, without options, you say, you have no choice but to acquiesce. I see. Umm, Did you know that many Battered Women share that same feeling with you – that same sense of hopelessness. No Options. No Choices. Nothing to do but give in. That’s not right, you know. There’s always a solution. A better way. Sometimes it’s hard to take the first few steps, but it does get easier. The toughest part is opening your mind to alternatives.
Are there Alternatives. How can you possibly overcome Distrust?
Seriously. Are feelings of mistrust valid? Are there really any root causes for such mistrust?
It’s a horrible nightmare. You know the kind. You experience it in that shallow sleep, early in the morning, before light. It’s usually accompanied by a dull headache keeping you in that thin state of unrest, never waking but never deeply sleeping. Vivid images project upon the screen of your mind which is your nightmarish play.
The play is set upon a stage in a large dark theater. It’s eerily quiet and cold. You know the audience is there. They wait and watch with dispassionate interest. No one cares if your character suffers, lives or dies. Either way, when the play is over, the audience exits the theater and life goes on.
There’s a spotlight from the upper decks somewhere in the rear. Despite it’s intense narrow beam, there is no reflection. There’s no scatter of light off the subject it is now focused on. Not even the slightest wash of light upon the stage. It’s just you in the spotlight. The audience is wrapped in an ebony blanket of gullibility – innocently swayed. The Beam... It’s a beam of envy. It’s a beam of mistrust. It’s a beam of selfishness. It’s a beam of guilt. The spotlight is a beam of blame.
You know this spotlight. You’ve felt it before. No matter how honest and forthright the character is; the intense, obdurate beam casts it’s subject in the most unflattering way. In a nightmarish play, where guilt of a crime is the determining plot, the evil icily stare of the Cycloptic spotlight makes its inference to the audience. You’re Guilty. You’re Selfish. You’re Unreasonable.
With no other character to focus upon -- it’s you in the spotlight. The other character hides cowardly in the darkness. You can feel him winning again. It’s always the one in the Spotlight. The one in the Spotlight always suffers the inference of guilt. You’re head’s pounding and you’re trying to move. Move from the spotlight. Your motions are weighted... sluggish as they often are in that nightmarish state between wake and sleep. You probe the darkness with helpless, blinded eyes. You turn to the Audience and you scream in defiance of the prejudgement:
“Life is bigger.â€
You spin back and face you’re invisible accuser, spitting out biting words through gritted teeth –
“And It’s bigger than you and you are not me. The lengths that I will go to...
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enoughâ€
Dammit... It’s the fricken Radio Alarm... A segue from your Nightmare to the real world. That is... a real world which is... A Nightmare. Don’t know whether to thank it or smash it with a fist.
“I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no I've said too much
I set it upâ€
Who is this guy singing? Does he work for USAirways. I feel you pain man!
“Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
That was just a dreamâ€
“Take all the Aspirin you can kid – the headache and the dream ain’t going awayâ€, you say to the radio.
The songster seams to answer in agreement by repeating the nightmare lyrics which invaded your dream over again.
But before you shut it off you listen to the verse again... lyrics of – Losing my Religion, Out of Time album, by REM.
“That’s me in the spotlight... The slip that brought me to my knees... Thought I heard you laughing†How appropriate, you think.
But can you feel it? The spotlight? It’s moving. It’s moving back in your direction.
Like a faithful battered wife, some employees are again accepting the guilt... “It’s my fault... Maybe I’m not trying hard enough. Here’s what I think we should do... Let’s give them what they want... Pleeease guys, Don’t question them! Just giiiivvvveeeeeee. OOHhhhhh, PLEeease, Make the Pain stooopppp!â€
Ya know what? Maybe you’re right! Maybe the employees are wrong, guilty, greedy, unreasonable... But how the heck can you tell?
If I were an Employee (cough, cough, uhmm... sorry), I would agree to further concessions. There’s no doubt... I would. If USAirways’ Management has done all they can to squeeze every dollar out of this Airline with maximum efficiencies in utilization of assets, planning and scheduling, then I would sacrifice more for the security of having a job during this... uh... “transformationâ€. But first...
Let’s try to identify the problem in finding a common ground or a starting place with Management. Let’s play a game of Word Association.
I’ll say Management.
What?... Untrustworthy?... Why would you associate that word with Management?
OK, that’s just you guys in front. You loudmouths. How about you guys in back?
What?... Untrustworthy?... What? Oh, without options, you say, you have no choice but to acquiesce. I see. Umm, Did you know that many Battered Women share that same feeling with you – that same sense of hopelessness. No Options. No Choices. Nothing to do but give in. That’s not right, you know. There’s always a solution. A better way. Sometimes it’s hard to take the first few steps, but it does get easier. The toughest part is opening your mind to alternatives.
Are there Alternatives. How can you possibly overcome Distrust?
Seriously. Are feelings of mistrust valid? Are there really any root causes for such mistrust?