"...the Fool goes his way regardless of all earthly objects around him; he has flung to the winds all caution, the worldly prudence of the Hermit, he is blind to everything but the City Beautiful of his ideal quest. In the highest sense he is the mystic, the dreamer, the beholder of visions. What matters the dog at his heels, he cannot stay to turn back in his march forward to his distant goal; he must not be retarded by any trivial passing events, all his thoughts are concentrated upon his high aim. The small things of this earth are of no account to him for whom the Kingdom of Heaven is already at hand. He has come to realise that all of this changing world is Maya, that man, however wise he may be judged to be by an earthly standard, is in reality a Fool. He who thinks he walks with wisdom, truly has folly for a companion."
- Frank Lind, 1969.
FoolishPeople have now entered into the penultimate week of rehearsals for Strange Factories. The manifestations grow more intense every day; the HUM crescendos as the story feeds and reguritates us, born anew into the narrative each night we await Stronheim. Can you hear that sound...?
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