Everything we touch becomes a performance, including the construction of our own lives. To walk out the front door is to embark on stage, our every move, articulation, action. As such we are both player and spectator in an elaborate stage set that we have little control of. There is no script, no beginning, no middle, no ending. completely indeterminate. (Well, almost if we take command of the situation.) It just goes on and on and on. Round and round and round. Just like that.