The Silver Needle Theatre appears when foresight steals the spotlight. She's the only venue equipped to show what can only be seen inside the mind. So here I am in the balcony, Ear Mewatching you speak to a packed house. You are dressed in your best white button down, blue jeans, and grey suede shoes. Your thick, wavy hair is still black while your beard is entirely white. These things happen after years of turning over rocks. But what knowledge and beauty you found in the loam! You discovered The Five that formed the foundation which supports you tonight:
 
The Word
The Stone
The Canvas
The Crone
The Way
 
The slideshow above you chronicles your 10-year quest to seize the unseen. To collect the disparate pieces that tell a unified story. Your work is the lexicon that enables us to say what we mean. This is why we dream.
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