The danger in the proscenium.
Yes. It makes us chuckle, and it challenges us to expand ourselves.
But wait - the proscenium invites us to "suspend our disbelief."
Is that wise?
And what is the proscenium?
All thes little squares that pretend to talk to us like a human.
The scrolls, the books, the stages, the televisions, the computers.
All little squares.
From the front, all prosceniums are glitter, and purity and glamour.
But behind - there lies the gaffa tape and string and canvas and bits of wood with jagedy nails and hasty cuts.
The performer sees all the guts he wove into magic to decieve you. And you think you were being entertained, but you were not just being entertained - you were being programmed .. you fell under the magician's glamour and, in your suspension of disbelief .. well, he took coins from your pocket and programmed you to come back to give him more.
And then he runs away and hides behind the word "art" and his only art is deception.. And in your disbelief - you take that for virtue?
OK - keep doing that - you belong to the magician.
Shame you never found real magic .. outside of the little box you have been put in.