Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

So we did see the opera Manon yesterday and it did pull me away from my worries.  I was too busy feeling sorry for the terrible costume they put the soprano in during act two.  It was a kind of velour or plush gigantic bath towel which made her look like an overstuffed sofa, though it was a lovely shade of pale lilac.  They could have searched the world over and not found anything more hideous and unflattering.  And yet, the voices and music were sublime, and what could one think but that a heavenly being had gifted these two singers with angels' voices.  The silly plot was forgotten, the fact that Manon was an idiot, the implausible death scene, the strange sets and use of party balloons; all was forgiven.  I shouted Brava, Bravo and clapped until my arms were hurting.  The beauty of the sound was hopeful.  After all, if humans can sing like that, anything is possible.  We might cure cancer if our souls reach high enough.