- Chris Stevens: Welcome, everybody. Welcome. Thanks for coming today. I guess you know I've been out here now for some days groping my way along, trying to realize my vision here. I started concentrating so hard on my vision that, uh, I lost sight. Come to find out that it's not the vision. It's not the vision at all. It's the groping. It's the groping. It's the yearning. It's the moving forward.
- Dr. Joel Fleischman: Okay, picture this: It's April, Sunday afternoon. Sky's blue, dogwoods in bloom. Light breeze blowing right to left.
- Larry Coe (Bob): Left to right.
- Dr. Joel Fleischman: Okay, good. Quass just holed out. Crowd's cheering. Still your game though, Larry. Still your game. Pin is on the far portion of the green, downhill lie. I read it straight.
- [pulls out a golf ball]
- Dr. Joel Fleischman: Titleist 2.
- [He sets the ball on the green]
- Dr. Joel Fleischman: About right here, Larry? Three feet from the cup?
- [He holds a putter out to Larry]
- Dr. Joel Fleischman: It's your shot, Larry.
- Larry Coe (Bob): What is this supposed to be, some sort of psycho-drama?
- Dr. Joel Fleischman: Exactly.
- Larry Coe (Bob): You think if I sink the putt, it's all gonna just disappear?
- Dr. Joel Fleischman: Who knows? I think you lost your confidence. What could it hurt? Come on, Larry. What do ya got to lose?
- Chris Stevens: I was so fixated on that flying cow that when Ed told me Monty Python already painted that picture, I thought I was through. I had to let go of that cow so I could see all the other possibilities. Anyway, I want to thank Maurice for helping me to let go of that cow. Thank you, Maurice, for playing Apollo to my Dionysus in art's Cartesian dialectic. And thanks to you, Ed, 'cause the truth shall set us free. And, Maggie, thank you for sharing in the destruction of your house so that today we can have something to fling.
- Chris Stevens: I think, uh, Kierkegaard said it, oh, so well. "The self is only that which it's in the process of becoming." Art, same thing. James Joyce had something to say about it too. "Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race." We're here today to fling something that bubbled up from the collective unconsciousness of our community. Ed, you about ready? The thing I learned, folks- this is absolutely key- it's not the thing you fling, it's the fling itself.