It could be claimed (and who could argue?) that the conversation is between "that solitary individual" and God, with myself serving as something like an on-the-fly interpreter, a translator, mediating the language somewhat.... like a functionary at a foreign embassy. This could leave a question as to who is on whose foreign soil, but I suspect from somewhere in the Aether, there would come a voice reminiscent of the Red Queen's response to Alice: "I don't know how you could have lost your way. All the ways round here are MY ways...." But I digress.
Which, of course, I have every right to do.... the Conversation is an endless spiral of digressions, bypaths, twists and turns, because to get right to the Point would be, well.... pointless, in a way. The Conversation itself is, in some fashion, the point; the journey is the destination; the Word is God.
I had thought I would get to some summary of the content of today's performance, but it's so much more fun talking about the process...
I wish I were a storyteller. That would be to approach Divinity. What I am, however, is a humble translator of the stories that I see unfolding before me. I explain an obscure word, here and there. A mere functionary, after all, meddling in the affairs of wizards and dragons.