Yes indeed, it was I in the mask and the paint last night; that's no secret. Everyone knows it.
But the god was there also.
Did you for a while forget that it was me, and see and hear only the god, even if just for only for a little?
You did, and that's the mystery, and the power: that if I do my work well, and you do your work well, then sometimes, for a little, the god will consent to cast his shadow over his priest, so that in this way he may speak, and dance, and sense.
And you too may see him then, and speak with him, and dance with him.
Why does he consent to do this? He does it because we are his people, and he loves us.