When you embody the fullness of this role, the world grants you in return a specific life domain to inhabit, a unique theatre of existence in which you can immerse yourself with heart and soul. Existence then transforms from blurry to sharp.  Random events point toward some thrust of meaning that was always woven into the action and hidden between the lines.

However, you're not meant to take your role so seriously that you lose sight of the fact it's just a role.  Even when engaged in the most powerful action you're also beyond it, witnessing the performance from a serene vantage point above.

Self-portrait by Flora Borsi

When you die your soul will shed the current role like an actor taking off her costume, and merge back into the etheric, where you'll embark on further stages of soul in cosmos, until it's time to come back again, when you'll assume a new role and get to find out what that's all about.  In each incarnation the continuity comes from your core nature or soul, which is an already developed being who came back from eternity to pick up thematic strands from past lives and reweave them into something new.

The contrast comes from the human individuality you inhabit, which gets to find its own unique expression of those greater themes by bringing more of itself to the portrayal.  This means that even when you're utterly absorbed in a tragic or comic turn of events, some part of you isn't.  You needn't get so entangled in the web that you fail to see the angels in the balcony tossing popcorn and howling with laughter.  You needn't get so caught up in yourself that you lose all sense of the greater dimension in which the play is enacted.  Nor do you need to get so detached that your scenes fail to come across, and your character fails to develop.

Japanese Manhole Cover

Where most of us get snagged is in the seductive lure of surface drama, the beguiling temptation to succumb to the literal outward presentation of events.   When thwarted from getting what we want, we collapse in self-frustration.  When successful in getting what we want, we puff up in self-inflation.  We get petty or petulant when somebody wins a treasure we thought was ours.  We get so mauled by events that we fail to bring our deeper nature to bear.

On the other hand, if you glide through life unconcerned about any of it, if nothing much really gets to you, then you fail to take your role to heart and lapse into a muted existence-- what Rumi calls playing the drum with a blanket over the head.  You fail to ignite.  You fail to make good on your promise.  Experience, instead of springing your greater destiny, that wears you down.  Life lacks passion, propulsion and depth of meaning because you haven't brought enough of yourself to it.