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Document Information
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Manuscript / memoir excerpt / evidentiary document
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Summary
This document appears to be a page from a memoir or manuscript, stamped with a House Oversight Committee Bates number (015042). The text is a first-person narrative describing a 'spiritual' awakening triggered by a mundane moment during a violin performance where the narrator scratched their leg while balancing on one foot. The narrator reflects on the connection formed with the laughing audience, describing themselves self-deprecatingly as a 'little freak playing the violin.'
Organizations (1)
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| House Oversight Committee |
Implied by the footer stamp 'HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_015042', indicating this document was part of a congressional investigat...
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Locations (1)
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A stage or hall with an audience sitting in the dark.
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Key Quotes (3)
"This is me!"Source
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"It was easier for them to identify with the urge to scratch than with a little freak playing the violin."Source
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Quote #2
"I hadn't intended to make them laugh. I was merely trying to solve a personal dilemma."Source
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Full Extracted Text
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Between the impulse and the surrender, there was a choice--I had decided to balance on one foot-and it was that simple act of choosing which triggered the precise moment of my awakening to the mystery of consciousness. This is me! The relief of scratching my leg was overshadowed by a surge of energy throughout my body. I was being engulfed by some kind of spiritual orgasm. By a wave of born-again ecstasy with no ideological context. No doctrine to explain the shock of my own existence. No dogma to function as a metaphor for the mystery. Instead, I woke up to the sound of laughter.
I had heard that sound before, sweet and comforting, but never like this. Now I could hear a whole symphony of delight and reassurance, like clarinets and guitars harmonizing with saxophones and drums. It was the audience laughing. I opened my eyes. There were rows upon rows of people sitting out there in the dark, and they were all laughing together.
They had understood my plight. It was easier for them to identify with the urge to scratch than with a little freak playing the violin. And I could identify with them identifying with me. I knew that laughter felt good, and I was pleased that it made the audience feel good-but I hadn't intended to make them laugh. I was merely trying to solve a personal dilemma. So the lesson I woke up to-this totally nonverbal, internal
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