Namaste! My blog is a little about all that…. I love what you are doing. My environmental chemist brother loves what you are doing. My mother would have saved them and looked at them over her morning coffee and smiled.

I believe what Kryssi wrote about in being able to identify with “The Search” characters (who are themselves searching) is true for everyone, because Jane’s play is truly a work of art—it’s not just another play among the many typical Hollywood dramas. It inspires a human connection. To me, “The Search” is set apart as is T.S. Eliot’s, “The Cocktail Party;” Peter Shaffer’s, “Equus;” as Eugene O’Neill’s, “Long Day’s Journey into Night.” “The Search” has something significant to say to all of us as human beings, therefore, the identification anyone can have with one or more characters in the play, I believe, is intentional. The beauty of the play is that one is gently coaxed into this premeditated stroke of genius on the premise of being entertained. What one finds, however, is something much more meaningful and significant. To me, this wonderfully written and perfectly performed piece, (which won what, five or six awards, besides Lily’s Tony?) is about a circumstance we all know and recognize—the limiting paradox of the human condition that we each try, in our own unique ways, to overcome every day of our lives. But the heart of the play resides within something Lily pointed at in her WoW post on “the Tony Experience”: “I wanted and still want to show all of you what’s remarkable or funny or tender or vain or foolish or noble about all of us—and to feel that connection, that validation of how much I am like you. How much we are alike. And to capture the fragility within each of us.” This is exactly what “The Search” shows us! We are all in this proverbial boat together—no matter if we have the wealth and elegance of Kate or if we are struggling to make it day by day, as Tina and Brandy, or if we have chosen an alternate reality, as Trudy has. Many of us may have grown up as a young Agnus who sees all of life’s oppressions—like a typical Keats’ poem that shows the contrasts of the world as in “Ode to a Nightingale” … “To cease upon the midnight with no pain, … ” I know I did. But within all of this, all of our uniqueness, we are the same. We all have a common melancholy thread that runs through the heart of each and every one of us. In our struggles each day we are always trying to search out, to find, and to touch that “something.” Sometimes we can, and sometimes we experience that enlightenment for a moment, but then we fall back from it because we cannot maintain it forever.

Let me second that, we owe you both so much…thanks for the laughs that keep us going. Bela is ready to Punk the Palins, she’s an expert at “treeing” all interlopers foolish enough to enter her territory!