From the moment we enter this life, we are in the flow of it [the time]. We measure it and we mark it, but we cannot defy it. We cannot even speed it up or slow it down. Or can we ? Have we not each experienced the sensationÖ that a beautiful moment seemed to pass too quicklyÖ and wished that we could make it linger ? Or felt time slow on a dull dayÖ and wished that we could speed things up a bit ?
All of the greatest religions speak of the soul's endurance beyond the end of life. So, what then does it mean to die ?
I thought we might end this evening with a discussion of the soul. All of the greatest religions speak of the soulís endurance before the end of life. So what then does it mean to die?
Life and death. Space and time. Fate and chance. Theses are the forces of the universe. Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you a man who has unlocked these mysteries. From the furthest corners of the world where the dark arts still hold sway he returns to us to demonstrate how natureís laws may be bent. I give you Eisenheim.
As a boy, I'm told, he had a chance encounter with a travelling magician. One version of the story was that the man himself vanished... along with the tree. People began to think he had some sort of special power... or at least that he was a bit different. And then he met her.