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Part 1 of The Circus Myth can be read at:  This is a revised version of the second part of the myth, and I'm personally much more satisfied with this version than I was with the original version.  Somehow mushr made sense enough out of that version and wrote The Trapeze Artist, and that was a revelation.  That RECord plus her tiny story circus trilogy plus her Genesis of I plus my reluctance to start tackling Part 4 just yet served as the inspiration of this rewrite.  I'll thank everyone to forget that the original Part 2 ever existed.

Part 2: The First Ring     

The Ringmaster found himself swimming and soaring inside his own head, afloat and adrift in the ideas that were coming to life in his mind.  He was startled into an awareness that he was not alone, but he was reluctant to leave the cocoon of his thoughts.  Eventually his awareness grew irresistible, and he began remembering his own form, and then suddenly he plummeted back into his body.  He opened his eyes and saw his brother dancing about, and he remembered what he wanted to tell him. 

“I have an idea... I’m imagining people who can fly,” said the Ringmaster. 

The Ringmaster’s brother nodded and said, “I can’t remember the last time I met anyone this side of the angels who was even willing to fly.  We could equip anyone to fly if they were willing.” 

The Ringmaster pointed to the first ring and asked, “Could we do it over there?” 

The Ringmaster’s Brother grinned and said, “I’ll go get the rope.” 

The Ringmaster started out by demonstrating to his brother all of the maneuvers he had dreamed up while flying among the ideas in his head.  At the same time his brother was hurling great lengths of rope into the air to get a good look at it from that perspective.  As their experiments began to take shape, they managed to devise an apparatus capable of ferrying people through the air above the first ring.  They called this apparatus a trapeze, and as they examined the trapeze that they had created it sparked in them a sense of wonder.   

As the trapeze swung toward the Ringmaster, he became aware that the movement was as graceful as it was powerful.  It was an angelic display of beauty, and in awe he called out, “Who are you?” 

She didn’t know what had happened or how she got there.  A faint feeling of recognition flashed across her face when she thought she saw a lion out of the corner of her eye, but she decided that it must have been an apparition or a trick of light.  It took her a second to realize that she was flying, and a second more to realize that someone was speaking to her.  Without thinking she said, “I am your acrobat,” as she waved to The Ringmaster.  

The Ringmaster clapped his hands, and the acrobat recognized instantly that this was her first memory of music. She climbed down to the ground with the same natural ease that she had when she was maneuvering in the air.  The trapeze continued stirring overhead as other acrobats arrived in the same manner after her.  The Ringmaster approached her and began telling her how wonderful it was to have all of them there in the first ring of the circus.  The ring was bustling in such a way that it seemed it had always been bustling, and so it was that the ring took on a life of its own.

This is continued in Part 3 at

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