It’s as if riding to the future were outlawed.
The future arrives
Here, try this
This means, diving into the future
No. By the time your intentions are realized, you’re caught up with yourself
Things are poised on the impossible mountain
That is to say
in a place impossible to reach
I am one of those people who has, somehow, glided through life
This does not mean I have experienced no anguish.
all men experience anguish
But mine, is unjustifiable
and therefore, distilled
so its operation makes possible clear and lucid analysis
I am on the throne of my own imagining
Come down and suffer the consequences
Afraid to descend, yet moved to anxiety by provocative threats
Because, options are always, in the end, exercised.
There was no other reason for my descent.
(open to one on throne 2)(hiding 1?)
Two can play at theis game
Are you confidant and happy?
I am radient. Treat me as if I am radiant
Yes, that serves my purposes
I need to eat
Fortunately, I have come down from my throne, and will therefore be ale to provide you with what you require
True, if you had remained on your throne--
You see how things. . .balance themselves
Why did you descend
It came over me
Will that happen to me also.
Now how will we eat
We will each go foraging
Now, balanced on our thrones, how will we eat!
How will we eat!
(Blind man in)
I am here to assist
Ah, a blind man will have difficulty foraging for food
True. But perhaps you will be able to tell me in what dirfection to begin searching
I’m afraid not. From these heights, nothing real is visible
Will you descend and join me?
Once, in the past, that was possible.
Now, for reasons unfathomable,
it seems unlikely
Here are the odds.
One of you on high will descend. But only one.
How do you imagine me
As a voice
Yes. I am a voice.
Reach out your hand
am I still a voice
What is your hand touching
Am I a hand
No. You are a voice
(Pushes bling man, falls)
Am I a voice
Why are you on the ground
Ah, I knew that was true
(opens, one descends and leads blind man to throne)
Helpless you are not, but you are deliberately so
I need your help
If you are helpless, no
I am not helpless, that’s why I need it
In some areas I can be of help
Oh-- let’s travel to those areas where you can be of help
I’ve been there, you’ve been there
Do we become equals inside such an erudite arena
There is no life to be made from such bits and pieces
No life. That’s my ideal
But it’s your life that’s forwarding those words
No ideas are being forwarded, it’s just my mouth on automatic pilot
Then you don’t need help
If it’s automatic pilot, no I don’t need help
Wisdon is mine, even if life isn’t mine. Correction. Wisdom is mone BECAUSE life isn’t mine
A day passes. I’m still alive.
Then suddenly I realize the mental adjustment necessary to produce wisdom. OK. I’m no longer alive
If you’re no longer alive do you still need to eat meals?
Of course I do
I thought you weren’t alive
I’m not alive, but I still need to eat meals
I’ll figure it out.
Yes, somehow you’ll figure it out. In the meantime, let’s eat.
If we are truly talking about the end of the world--
Are we? Is that what we are talking about?
One should not talk about that of course