The inner sanctum
The naked lifelong student with the GRASSHOPPER mask has a disconcerting worry: the message of the story lies in the futility of an ASS seeking to sing like the GRASSHOPPER, but the thought passes as quickly as the corpse passes from the outer sanctum carried away by the dispersing crowd.
The naked lifelong student with the GRASSHOPPER mask proceeds deeper into the inner sanctum.
The naked lifelong student with the GRASSHOPPER mask kneels to examine the seemingly mundane, everyday objects in the shrine, looking for connections, seeking within for understanding and inspiration, breathing slowly, deeply, opening the body to a new experience. After the breathing comes the drills: starting quietly, gently with concentrated precision then progressing to be harder and faster. Taps become slaps and slaps become punches. This is no longer a meditation but a performance. However, yet again no one arrives to observe the performance. And thus the performance ends, a spent body lain prone.
The naked lifelong student with the GRASSHOPPER mask is woken by the tannoy: HEAR YE, HEAR YE, GATHER ROUND ONE AND ALL FOR NOW BEGINS THE FOX AND THE GRASSHOPPER.
