December 14th, 2015 
CEO 
By Chris Benedict
If the world, as Shakespeare famously suggested, is indeed a stage, then who do we think we are exactly? Is it a matter of perception or presentation? Do you shapeshift to meet certain ends, serve different masters? We wear masks and don disguises, put on performances be they ever so humble or of elaborate proportion. Exhibiting and in certain instances offering up for sale the bits and pieces of ourselves which we deem palatable or marketable, we conceal in exchange just enough of our true selves behind smoke and mirrors so that there is something unique left over to reveal to that one special person for whom we, with the requisite mixture of vulnerability and anxiety, lift the veil, part the curtain, and step out beyond the footlights, awaiting some sort of final analysis and ultimate judgment in the way of rueful scorn and estrangement or else sober acceptance and communion.
