As the police arrived, a scream was heard. The guns were already drawn and the shooting began.
A loud siren rang. The teacher yelled, “Back into class! You can play more cops and robbers at lunchtime!”
“It’s a cut!” shouted the director. The weary crew who had been working since dawn sighed with relief, but the children continued playing their game, chasing one another with their toy guns.
“So what do you think of the script?” asked the aspiring young writer. “Do you think the ‘movie within a movie’ idea works?”
The producer threw the manuscript back across his desk. “I get the gist of it,” he said. “It’s a parody on the American entertainment business. It’s not just a story. But we’re only interested in stories.”
With all the above, I am trying to tell you something. It’s about our reality, and how it is defined by our innate blindness to its higher context. We exist by virtue of our ignorance.
Existence and ignorance I have a life-long friend who in his youth, when asked" how are you? "would say" I am fat,dumb and happy!" In his youth he certainly was none of these. He was strong and active,he had enough inteligance to find and keep a well paying job and by the standards of the world he had reason to be happy though he was only existing in his ignorance since he had no idea of who his Creator was.
In his middle age he was not as lean,had gotten comfortable in his job & was still happy in the existence of his ignorance.Now that he has retired he most certainly is fat and since he has gotten into the routine of a retiree he has dumbed down a little and again by the standards set by the world should be "happy as a clam,"but in ignorance of the existence of his Creator he is after all only existing.