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Jan. 12, 2005 CHARACTERS IN THE PLAY • A Man • A Woman • Two cosmological super-beings [Scene 1: Wide open seashore with the ocean in a tranquil, low-tide state. A Man and a Woman enter, each with a cigarette in the hand. It is the year 22004] Woman: Do you think human beings will ever be able to fly like the birds? Man: Well, not solely aided with our existing bodily appendages. But I have no reservation that someday we will come up with some kind of flight mechanism, resembling the form of a bird. Woman: We are entertaining wild thoughts, you know? We must deem ourselves awfully fortunate that the new laws passed by our primitive government abolished the sentence of imprisonment towards abnormal people such as us! Man: You asked the question, I answered in return what you precipitated and tended yourself. The mind asks what it’s frustrated by and profiles the answer it longs for. Woman: So, you suggest the mind follows its inner, set program just as the airborne state of a bird is blind, second nature carried by the wind of its puppeteer, Mother Nature? Man: Your vision might be accurate…I don’t know, does the mind think it thinks or is it really free in true thinking. I mean, the Human Being is still a very young variety and who knows what he may achieve in the future, or what may be hidden in its preset course of existence. Just consider the ancient philosophers of 500 years ago; they still thought the Earth was flat and that the Sun revolved around it! And then came that brilliant philosopher, Ekenyer, and established in the year 21504 by his very sound arguments, coupled with the facility of that telescopic device he invented himself, that both postulations were absolutely false. Woman: Ah, yes, that old fuck-head Ekenyer….he’s even madder than we are! I’ve heard his entire composition of crackpot theories…the one more absurd than the other! ‘Cause, for all practical purposes, the Sun might as well revolve around the Earth and this planet might as well be the axis of the universe, simply because that is all and exactly what we experience, and isn’t experience reality? What does reality matter when it’s not experienced first hand…it’s non- existent in such a case! Man: What you say makes both sense and not…who knows? Can it be that dialectal contradictions are the dodging hints to our being mere puppets between the probing claws of some more highly evolved sort of intelligence? Woman: In other words, such a condition with human beings and, let’s say, super-human beings would resemble the constitution of a madman’s brain, unaware of its illness and happily undisturbed in a most incongruous sense. And even more paradoxical the condition of such a brain almost split in two, with one half in control and deceiving the other half. So, where sanity is unaware of its awareness in a perfunctory logic of not knowing itself objectively, and aware of its unawareness over the infinite, so is the insane doubly unaware of any such condition, while aware inside its own unreal reality, excluding its twofold subjectivity and in straight disparity compared to able-bodied awareness with only singly one-sidedness due to individuality and locality. Man: Exactly. So, where do you suppose these strange looking, high vertically erect rectangular constructions come from? They look so ancient and unnatural…do you honestly think that they just built themselves? What am I asking…what is possible and what is impossible? Some previous form of civilization might have been responsible for their existence, don’t you think? Or is everything staged as I may be inclined to think? Woman: I don’t know, maybe some alien life form planted it here in the past…anyway, there’s no hard evidence of here ever having lived another civilization prior to us. Just look at these amusing foot prints etched into the rocks…they don’t give the impression of being human, because there are no trace of toes or anything foot-like at all…it looks very much artificial, as if they had flat, smooth surfaces underneath their feet. Man: That might have been a kind of swathe they could’ve wore over their feet - we can certainly do with that…it would make walking so much more comfortable. That’s a good idea…why don’t I propose it to some of the clothing houses? I’ll tell them I had a vision from the past! Ha, ha! Woman: Away with walking, we must focus on the idea of flying…so much the better - did I tell you about my friend who built this peculiar looking thing with wing-like manifestation in the attachments and what crazy thing he did the other day?…in fact, it cost him his miserable life, the pitiable idiot. Anyway, he held on to this thing while jumping of a cliff about 100 meters high from the ground and, well, dropped straight down, without surviving the descent! Man: It’s sad…inventions and their accompanying obsessions can either kill or bring to life our most profound dreams! Can you imagine what genius inventive character it would take to build a contraption that will be able to take us to the Moon? Oh, and just imagine the view we’ll have from there onto the Earth…it would indeed be an unreal experience! Woman: Screw me! What is that massive thing heading straight for... (They die) [Scene 2: Two cosmological super-beings in a laboratory somewhere in a distant part of the cosmos.] Cosmological Super-Being 1: We should really try to eliminate the excessive amount of smoke produced by this device when it crushes the creatures in this little experimental setting…I don’t want to suffer some respiratory malady one day, you know. Cosmological Super-Being 2: That goes without saying, what amazes me is that every time without exception these creatures evolve in the exact same way than every other lot we’ve made in the past. They always talk of themselves as ‘human beings’ and imagine that they live on some object called a planet with the name Earth, and then they always dream of venturing to this grey ball of sand three centimeters away from their environment, which they call the moon!? Cosmological Super-Being 1: I really think we might have something here. Our experiments are consistent in there outcome…we just program their functions and they are able to think in almost unlimited variation without suspecting that we are controlling them. Cosmological Super-Being 2: I think next we should try adding an extra spatial dimension to their environment and see how they react to it. Cosmological Super-Being 1: Do you think we might be able to program their evolutional capacity to such a level in order to make it possible for them to develop themselves out of their Sub-Cosmo form or what they call, ‘human being’, and perhaps into something more closely akin to our own form of existence? Cosmological Super-Being 2: No. I kind of enjoy being a puppet master. What else would the two of us do if we were unable to play with our own experimental creatures? We would bore ourselves to death as our little “human beings” would say! Puppets they are and puppets they will remain until something else grabs our fancy some time in the future and we set them free…….. END ------------ About the author Werner Reyneke: I am a 23 year old passionate writer/poet in my spare time and a computer programmer by profession. Visit my website to see my first published book. I live in South Africa and have been published in a local newspaper (some poems in Haiku form) for the first time in February 2000. I have also been selected for publication in a VoicesNet Anthology (visit www.Voicesnet.org) and a Poetry.com (ILP Publishers) anthology called "Eternal Portraits"). Visit my website at: http://myweb.absa.co.za/wreyneke/Mybook.htm Email: wreyneke@absamail.co.za Tell a friend about this site! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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