Superstition

There!
What?
Overthere!
What isit?
Therewas a squirrel!
Oh.
It ranup the tree, really fast.
So?
Fasterthan I'd ever seen.
And?
That'sa sign!
What?
A sign.
Excuseme?
Rightthis morning I prayed that needed to know, really needed to know thatwhen my grandmother died, she'd go to heaven. And now there'sthis squirrel shooting up the tree. I've always been sure as hellshe'd go to heaven, but it's better to have proof, you know.
It wasa squirrel.
It wasa sign.
In theform of a squirrel.
Yes.

Superstition.

Whatan odd topic. For one might well ask: What is superstition?

Superstitions,in our everyday understanding of the word, are old wives tales andcertain arbitrary rules, like: If you walk under a ladder, it causesbad luck. Superstition, in short, is the belief that there exists acausal relationship between (a) and (b) where there is none, oftenleading to the conclusion that (a) leads to (b) and (not a) leads to(not b).

Obviously,there is no connection between an everyday event and the concept of‘bad luck'. But let us give it the benefit of the doubt and seewhether this rule might not have somehow resulted from experience:
1. I once walked under a ladder. 

2. There was a man with abucket on top. 

3. I walked out on the other side with bucket onhead. 

4. I then had a shit day and my head hurt.

5. Therefore,walking under ladders causes bad luck. 

The real explanation,unfortunately, is a little further from reality and has its roots in- you guessed it - religion. More specific, in Christianity. Forladder, wall and floor form a triangle, which in turn represents theHoly Trinity, which in turn is severed by your stupid self walkingright through it. Therefore, you must be in bond with the devil.Logical, isn't it?

Anotherexample: If I rub my right thigh, all the money in my bank accountwill double. If I rub the left one, it will halve. Sounds great, allI need is an unwashed right thigh and I'll be rich in no time.There is no logical connection between my thighs and the bank'scomputer system keeping track of the money in my account. But Ibelieve there is. Therefore, I'd better refrain from rubbing myleft thigh, which, incidentally, has the beneficial side-effect ofmaking masturbation a lot more difficult, thus saving me from burningin hell eternally. Because rubbing your downstairs parts will afteryour death result in burning in a place that so far still has to belocated on the map (so at least it's not Croydon, thank God). But Iam digressing. I'll keep it short now:

Ihave absolutely no evidence but a firm belief that not coming to WithRhyme Or Reason will not only causeyou bad luck, it will also lead to an abominable sex life, skinrashes in unspeakable areas and a heart-broken, clingy succubus thatrefuses to let go after you've woken up. There you go.

Soget your unsophisticated, you know... butt over to diebühne on 17. April by 8.15 p.m.the latest and listen to the wise words of our totallyun-superstitious authors so that you might learn from them.

Oh,and lest I forget: Strictly no WHISTLING, it's a fucking theatre,alright?

WithRhyme Or Reason - Superstition

17. April2008, 20:15

Admission: 1 Euro