My friends and I just went to Sleep No More and loved it. One of my friends pointed out how remarkable it was that the audience was overwhelmingly respectful or considerate given how much latitude they got. A one point, the actor playing Duncan was dancing and knocked a beaded ornament off of a cabinet door. One of the other masked audience members quickly bent down, picked it up, and rehung it. Without our phones, our faces, or our voices, we became anonymous but also part of a weird community. That world became our world and I kind of felt like we needed to take care of it.

As a Pastafarian, what I am reminded of is that the Flying Spaghetti Monster has instructed us all to be kind to one another. I think that this covers about everything. Sometimes I dress up like a pirate, sometimes I don't. No rules about what I eat, and there are no bed linens involved in any procreative acts at my house. May you all be "Touched by His Noodly Appendage", silly humans.....

As an Orthodox Jew, what I get out of this is the wisdom of the Torah in commanding us to live in a very specific way so that we don't put ourselves into circumstances like the prison experiment where our basest natures would rear their ugly heads.