On
a small, dark stage, Venus slowly materializes, walking silently
toward us in a diaphanous robe, holding a chalice and a sheath of
wheat, her eyes distant. Jupiter, looking like Dionysus, sits on an
invisible chair holding a jester's toy, laughing at something he's
just heard from sly Mercury, who slowly floats by. Neptune the mystic
crouches, bare-headed, waiting, looking beyond us.