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Foul. No fair. That was too fast. Either you were feigning ignorance (as any good inquisitor should), or you are an even greater researcher than I already suspected.
Sin embargo, se mueve.
-Galileo (except that he probably said it in Italian)
As to how it related to my Burning Man experience, most of it is already there in the previous page. In other words there is no great significance to the costume or the sign. [We are simply the senate and people of Burning Man, marching into the world.] But in mulling over this question I had the thought that:
Burning Man is an exclusive club where everyone is invited.
The whole thing itself is an inside joke and within there are millions of little hidden references and trivialities. I knew going in that my SPQBM would only be understood by a few, but that was the little club I was creating that day. The club included people who took Latin (what am I ever going to use _this_ for?) or Classics. And I freely welcomed newcomers into the club--anyone who asked was given a brief explanation and thus walked away with a piece of world history and a small window into the person standing in a Roman tunic with Tevas.
People attend Burning Man to be who they are, to push the limits of who they are, and to find out who they are. My seventh grade Latin class with Mrs. Klazura (the object at least one young boy's affections) was a tiny scrap of who I am, and it welled up to a time and place many years and miles later. And I created an intersection, knowing that at least one or two would pass my way and be glad to see me. It's much like the tenuous faith I have in finding my next soulmate (next? yeah, I blew it with the first one, I hope we get more than one). I know she is sitting somewhere right now, thinking, reading, laughing, teaching, learning, touching, loving; and some crazy rolling of bones will land us at some other, as yet unknown, intersection. We'll both look up at the street signs and proclaim, "I knew I'd meet you here."
One other little significance is the preparation of the items. Attending Burning Man, one can be completely blown away by the passion, dedication, time, and effort that goes into almost every minute thing there. Though I'm not at artist, I am creative and Burning Man inspires me to explore that little blacksmith shop that resides deep. Both years I have worked for hours on end, late into the night, when it's hard to thread the needle, with my mother on several costumes. The only way I feel comfortable showing my appreciation for the incredible things that others allow me to see and feel and do, is to put _my_ whole being into the event in the ways that I am capable. Everything handmade: the SPQBM (the gold pole and crimson cloth below), the tunic, the toga, the laurel (with fresh bay leaves--so fragrant, I radiated good air); all these allow me to silently say:
Namaste.
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