Illusions by Richard Bach Page B

luck."
                 "Many lifetimes?" I asked.
                 "How many movies have you seen?"
                 "Oh "
                 "Films about living on this planet, about living on other planets; anything that's got space and time is all movie and all illusion," he said. "But for a while we can learn a huge amount and have a lot of fun with our illusions, can we not?"
                 "How far do you take this movie thing, Don?"
                 "How far do you want ? You saw the film tonight partly because I wanted to see it. Lots of people choose lifetimes because they enjoy doing things together. The actors in the film tonight have played together in other films before or after depends on which film you've seen first' or you can see them at the same time on different screens. We buy tickets to these films, paying admission by agreeing to believe in the reality of space and the reality of time. . . Neither one is true, but anyone who doesn't want to pay that price cannot appear on this planet, or in any space-time system at all."
                 "Are there some people who don't have any lifetimes at all in space-time ?"
                 "Are there some people who never go movies ?"
                 "I see. They get their learning in different ways ?"
                 "Right you are," he said, pleased with me. "Space-time is a fairly primitive school. But a lot of people stay with the illusion even if it is boring, and they don't want the lights turned on early."
                 "Who writes these movies, Don ?"
                 "Isn't it strange how much we know if only we ask ourselves instead of somebody else? Who writes these movies, Richard ?"
                 "We do," I said.
                 "Who acts ?"
                 "Us "
                 "Who's the cameraman, the projectionist, the theater manager, the ticket-taker, the distributor, and who watches them all happen? Who is free to walk out in the middle, any time, change the plot whenever, who is free to see the same film over and over again?"
                 "Let me guess," I said. "Anybody who wants to?"
                 "Is that enough freedom for you ?" he said.
                 "And is that why movies are so popular? That we instinctively know they are a parallel of our own lifetimes?"
                 "Maybe so... maybe not. Doesn't matter much, does it? What's the projector?"
                 "Mind," I said. "No. Imagination. It's our imagination, no matter what you say."
                 "What's the film?" he asked.
                 "Got me."
                 "Whatever we give our consent to put into our imagination?"
                 "Maybe so, Don."
                 "You can hold a reel of film in your hands," he said, "and it's all finished and complete - beginning, middle, end are all there that same second, the same millionths of a second. The film exists beyond the time that it records, and if you know what the movie is, you know generally what's going to happen before you walk into the theater: there's going to be battles and excitement, winners and losers, romance, disaster; you know that's all going to be there. But in order to get caught up and swept away in it, in order to enjoy it to its most, you have to put it in a projector and let it go through the lens minute by minute.. . any illusion requires space and time to be experienced. So you pay your nickel and you get your ticket and you settle down an forget what's going on outside the theater an the movie begins for you."
                 "And nobody's really hurt? That's just tomato-sauce blood?"
                 "No, it's blood all right," he said. "But it might as well be tomato sauce for the effect it has on our real life . . ."