When Feynman was at Los Alamos he danced spirit dances frequently; and he had been aware of so-called paranormal all his life. In fact I believe I learned through same methods he did – not in school. When he was at Princeton as a grad student head of Physics Department begged him to go with their government project as he said there are none like you anywhere. I loved hearing care Robert Oppenheimer showed even though he had never met young couple. I say that because his cousin John in London who offered to make me head of his printing company, showed that same kind of care for me.

Feynman died in 1988 before his partner John Wheeler met Peter Lynds who is now promoting an ancient Greek theory on Infinity. Wheeler supports Lynds who has no real formal education and that is to his credit. I must say there aren’t enough people like Dick Feynman and I wish there were a lot more. Thank you – Brodericks.

The momentum of energy built as stage transformed itself into a performance of FIRE. I watched with a deep fascination as performers incorporated rage of fire from ancient folklore with precision of martial arts. As water purified performance stage merged into one brilliant scintillating visual. Passion controlled by beauty.

As passionate as evening became, there was immense pleasure in watching beauty in celebration. It cast a spell over entire theatre during Russian Swing sequence. A church bell atop a large swing signaled for party of life, love, and death to begin. The divers created a swinging movement and trajectory of flight that moved them from initial point of ground level to highest point of 32 feet. I held my breath as I felt divers’ momentary weightlessness at zero gravity was followed by tremendous acceleration down to water. The intense pleasure in viewing this extremely dangerous feat was beautiful.

The show continued to astound and fascinate me as a cadre of performers dressed in zebra stripes displayed how to maintain balance in this stormy staged universe. They were constantly realigning themselves, hanging on until very end. The entire number took place suspended in mid-air between sky and water. I decided that even living on edge could be beautiful when we are resilient.

In High Dive, four world class high divers leapt from a 60 foot grid level to a small exposed section of pool. Taking plunge from this high dive is a scary proposition for anyone. But I was terrified when one of diver’s pulled from audience a seemingly innocent spectator, and coerced him into taking leap! What was beauty in that? As spectator took plunge and expertly executed his dive, I realized that beauty was found in ALL that is possible.

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Janice Wilson, Jetsetters Magazine Correspondent. Read Jetsetters Magazine at www.jetsettersmagazine.com