Costume Quest Quotes

GOD. Sometimes I think there might be a god out there, and that every once in a while he tunes in to see what we're up to, and have a good laugh at how we like to dress him up in various costume. Robes, thorny crowns, yarmulkes and curls, saris and butt-hugging yoga pants. Male, female, a genderless reincarnation factory; a Mother Earth or a withholding Father Christmas. I would think it would amuse the hell out of him. That we're all idolaters, worshiping figments of our own creation who bear no resemblance to him. Maybe he's sitting in some alternate dimension somewhere, saying, 'Shit, I didn't even create the world! I was just cooking my dinner, not paying attention to the heat, and suddenly here was this big band and a few hours later, a bunch of dinosaurs...

When a costumed chicken came up and tried to teach me the freakin' chicken dance, without thinking, I barked, 'Get away from me!' Then, through the chicken's beak, I saw a dejected teenage girl. What a jerk I am, I thought, and apologized to her. Despite the fact that there were still more hours of pay to earn by doing nothing, yelling at six-foot chickens was a clear indication that it was time to go.

Like a koshare, John the Baptist stands out in the crowd. He is memorable by both his costume and his behavior. He stays in the mind of all who see him. His presence breaks the normal pattern. His unsettling actions toward the religious hierarchy is shocking. In this way, John, as a sacred clown, introduces an element of chaos into order. This is precisely the theological task of the koshare. John invites people to participate in a solemn ceremony, baptism, designed to bring them life. At the same time, he reminds them of imminent death and destruction. The ambivalence, the tension makes us want to shudder in fear and sigh in relief. John mixes our emotions in the same way a koshare scrambles reality.

Il y a un curieux rapport - soit dit en passant - entre la fonction impériale et le rôle du fou de cour, et ce rapport semble d’ailleurs apparaître dans le fait que le costume des fous, comme celui de certains empereurs, était orné de clochettes, à l’instar de la robe sacrée du Grand Prêtre : le rôle du fou consistait à l’origine à dire publiquement ce que nul ne pouvait se permettre d’exprimer, et à introduire ainsi un élément de vérité dans un monde forcément gêné par d’inévitables conventions ; or cette fonction, qu’on le veuille ou non, fait penser à la sapience ou à l’ésotérisme du fait qu’elle brise à sa manière des « formes » au nom de « l’esprit qui souffle où il veut ». Mais seule la folie peut se permettre d’énoncer des vérités cruelles et de toucher aux idoles, précisément parce qu’elle reste à l’écart d’un certain engrenage humain, ce qui prouve que, dans ce monde de coulisses qu’est la société, la vérité pure et simple est démence. C’est sans doute pour cela que la fonction du fou de cour succomba en fin de compte au monde du formalisme et de l’hypocrisie : le fou intelligent finit par céder la place au bouffon, qui ne tarda pas à ennuyer et à disparaître.

L’azione della Chiesa cattolica, guardata nella storia, o si attua anch’essa ai fini della civiltà, del sapere, del costume, dell’ordinamento politico e sociale, della vita mondana, del progresso umano, come si vide spiccatamentenella sua grande epoca, quando serbò gran parte del retaggio del mondo antico e difese i diritti della coscienzae della libertà e della vita spirituale contro genti barbariche e contro le prepotenze materialistiche di imperatori edi re; ovvero, perduto quest’ufficio o perduta l’egemonia che in esso esercitava e soverchiata dalla civiltà che essa stessa aveva concorso a generare, si restringe a tutrice di forme invecchiate e morte, d’incultura, d’ignoranza, di superstizione, di oppressione spirituale, e si fa a sua volta, dal più al meno, materialistica. La storia, che è storia della libertà, si comprova più forte di quella sua dottrina o di quel programma, e lo sconfigge e lo sforza a contradirsi nel campo dei fatti. Il Rinascimento, che non fu un’impossibile ripristinazione dell’antichità precristiana, e la Riforma, che del pari non fu quella, non meno impossibile, del cristianesimo primitivo, ma l’uno e l’altra avviamento alla concezione moderna della realtà e della idealità, segnano la decadenza interiore del cattolicesimo in quanto potenza spirituale; e questa decadenza non diè luogo a rigenerazione e non fu arrestata, ma, anzi, resa irrimediabile dalla reazione della Controriforma, quando venne salvato il corpo e non l’anima della vecchia Chiesa, il suo dominio mondano e non quello sugl’intelletti,e si compié opera politica ma non religiosa. La scienza, che col porglisi a fianco sostenitrice e cooperatrice dimostra la superiorità di un determinato ideale morale e politico, disertò la Chiesa cattolica; e tutti gl’ingegni originali e creatori, filosofi, naturalisti, storici, letterati,pubblicisti, passarono o furono costretti a passare o furono accolti ed ebbero seguaci nel campo avverso.

I haughtily dismissed the principles sponsored by philosophers, religious leaders, and the ideas of poets in exchange for seeking financial stability and shallow happiness. I imported into my conceited consciousness the values of a freewheeling American society, a culture that fawns on rich and famous celebrities, applauds fantastic risk-taking, and promotes a permissive lifestyle. I lack serious ambition – romantic or practical – to achieve any intellectual or spiritual worthwhile accomplishments. Decrepit and friendless, I am so lost that I do not even know what bellwether I seek. I went astray by callously disrespecting the life sustaining lessons handed down by our ancestors. Only by stripping myself of the rank costume cloaking personal shame, a remorseful suit of motley skin that I stitched together by living a selfishly tailored life, can embark on a journey to discover a better way to live.

I have seen, there, In the moonlit space of self, where the ego glides, Its silvery essence, a mirror upon life’s tides. Shaped by the ebb and flow of journey’s dance, Reflecting beliefs, in life’s intricate, ever-changing stance. This luminary, a learned guide in identity’s play, Casts shadows, illusions in its luminous display. A sculptor, artful, in societal norms it trusts, Chiseling character with life’s whims and cultural dust. The ego, in its carnival, spins tales so keen, Crafting who we ought to be in expectations unseen. In costumes of roles and societal dreams it dresses, Creating our outward selves in myriad, intricate presses. In stark contrast, behold the inner sun, our essence so bright, A steadfast flame, in the core of our being, burning with pure light. Unfiltered, unwavering, unlike the moon’s fickle gleam, A constant force, our authentic self, a deep, untouched stream. This essence, our unchanging truth, in the heart it resides, A whisper of eternity, beyond masks, where true self abides. Beyond roles, beyond transient ego’s elaborate dance, Lies this truth, unswayed by the external world’s fleeting glance. In the quest for self, twixt these luminaries, discernment is key, Traversing the self’s tangle, understanding what must be. Though ego’s voice echoes loud, in desires and fears it plays, It’s the essence’s silent light that guides through life’s stormy bays. Through recognition, understanding, transformation’s alchemy begins, Turning life unexamined into enlightened existence’s wins. A celestial voyage, within us, between sun and moon’s embrace, Ego teaches, grows us, in our worldly place. The essence, radiant and wise, to eternity connects, Offering authenticity, a path that perfects. Yin and yang, in our existence, they intertwine, In their dance, our soul’s rhythm, in harmony, divine. In moon’s reflection and sun’s light, a balance we find, Understanding their interplay, the rhythm of humankind.

So while other teenagers were stuck in classrooms studying textbooks and taking notes during lectures, I was already out in the world, having dived head first into working for social change. I was learning complicated adult lessons in activism, campaign strategy, public relations, mass media, and corporate relations. And I was able to travel around the country, even if that sometimes meant seeing it through the eyeholes of an animal costume.