I step up to the stage, rub chalk on my hands. Everyone is looking with their mouths awry. I look to the back of the hall and then back to where I am. Everyone is waiting for me to begin. I open up my music case and open up my mouth and out it comes: 'Hellooooooo'. I dance, and perform a beautiful saga of thought. A raga of insight. It makes me so happy that I begin to burst out of my skin, and everyone is swept up into the dance. We go on all night and by the time we are finished light has dawned everywhere. This truly was a wonderful instinct of performative philosophy.
What are your stories of this dynamic idea? Truth-seeking can be performance.
