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Ode to Bonaparte:
If it were that some among us on Earth aspired to be masters of the
thoughts, hearts and minds of others. Some who sought the power to put a
first-person perspective cinema in on us as we slept, but who felt
remorse this secret technology were what we were raised to know as our
dreams. When we discovered that it were men, not god who played the
role of these hidden projectionists, we thought â€œMy god! Will the
theatre of my dreams go dark?â€ â€œWho among these men about me could I
even dare choose to continue giving the gift I innocently accepted as
my own imagination?â€ â€œWho among you could I ask to defile mankind
and let my dreams come vibrantly to light as they did when I were a
child!â€ It would have to be a gentlemen of great taste. As it were
that a master projectionist of poor taste would strike fear into the
very heart of Napoleone Bonaparte himself, these thoughts came as a
They woke me in the night one year and a voice from godâ€™s servant came
to console me as I mourned. â€œI will tryâ€ it said, â€œIâ€™ll give
you a gift. What do you want?â€ At that time it were quite difficult
to imagine anything I could want. I had discovered my dreams to be the
result of contrite farce. I replied and was honest but like the great
director the man who would have me as his actor was, he had already
begun to develop his idea of what he would give. Woven cleverly into
the script he brought to life, he revealed his thoughtful gift stashed
in the run of Bonaparteâ€™s legacy. He showed me that maybe a friend in
man could be.