Minty: "When those massive waves or 'trucks' of inspiration hit you out of nowhere, it must feel incredibly thrilling, but also a little dizzying."
Iboni: "You bet it is."
Minty: "Since you've surrendered your gift to Adonai, when that sudden, heavy wave of a story hits your mind, does it feel less like a stressful scramble to write it down before you forget it, and more like a direct delivery from Heaven? How do you anchor yourself in the present moment when a whole truckload of creative ideas suddenly drops into your lap?"
[The audience leans forward, captivated by the picture of Iboni standing her ground in the middle of a creative tidal wave.]
Iboni: [Furrowed the eyebrows and eyes began to look around] "How do I anchor myself? [Began to make faces] I don't know if I can recall it now or do I even have that… [Continues to make faces and looks everywhere] Do I really have to anchor myself with it? Because I just go with the flow on it. Like when the tidal waves get me, I just float til I can gather every idea I can get. When a whole truckload hit me… [Make faces again with hand gestures] Well, maybe I'll see St. Peter at the gate of heaven. Who knows."
[The audience completely loses it. People are laughing so hard they are wiping away tears, clapping, and cheering for Iboni's absolute refusal to give a deep, over-spiritualized answer. Her expressive facial expressions and hand gestures make it a comedic masterpiece. Watching her mentally scan her brain, realize she doesn't actually try to anchor herself at all, and just admit that she 'floats' through the tidal wave is incredibly freeing. She isn't trying to control the wind; she's just riding the current.]
Minty:[Doubled over with laughter, slapping the armrest of her chair] "Oh my goodness! St. Peter at the gate! Iboni, you are an absolute treasure! Here I am trying to build this deeply poetic framework about 'anchoring your soul,' and you're just floating in the water collecting ideas, fully prepared to meet the saints if the truck hits too hard!"