"Long life, state your case." Joanna Newsom - Occident

The narrowing of life in the third act shrinks the outer flesh of supposed reality while emboldening the bones of honesty so that all comes clear as death draws near. The narcotic assumptions about supposed realty gradually wear off, revealing the utter insanity of the human species and the wars created by the underpinnings of wars fully chambered awaiting their waging to flags flying. How the species adopt definitions through this patriotism, religion and neo-materialism (like ordering shit from Amazon), hoarding and consumption, silly tradition and assumption, which assumes so much so utterly, so errantly, and so ridicuous. How human interaction fuels egocentric lofts among even loftier regions out of reach, which intensifies the pangs of the desire that distances us from salvation's simplicity. These truths are revealed through observation, suffering, and the concommittant narrowing of act three, dying to leave the theatre.