It was a small enclosure, erected in one day that housed an audience and a stage. I sat and watched each play act out, each person searching for the same thing, but not really knowing how to obtain it. Endless cries of pain, as the whip would lift and fall, the people no more then marionettes, moving to the dance of pain. If your eyes fell on each face, each participant of the show, if you delved into their minds you would know what they all sought, the same thing. That one moment, the release of the soul, of the mind in which you feel an ethereal peace, a sanctuary of freedom, to totally surrender, to submit, to dominate, to control, unexplainable contentment.
Imagine watching a man standing on a cliff, and within a moment he lifts into the air, time almost stands still as he slowly moves towards the water. His body enters, the water enveloping him as he disappears. We sit back and see the beauty, we want to feel the experience but fear stops us, an uncertainty, though we would like nothing than feel the surge that must race through him. A thousand times we may dive with only feet between us and the water, and never will we know how that man felt.