It is no parlor trick. There is a skull and, in
the dark, it is glowing. Somehow it is now
floating above us all. Listen: The skull is
speaking. It is saying your name. It knows
about you and your favorite flower and all
about your tenth birthday. But it does not
matter. You are not convinced. For some
reason, you are still full of doubt. You stare
into the dark, looking for wires. Grasping
for strings, you hold your hands out.