A Soap in One Prologue and 11 Lines
Prologue
To live sanely is to limit the awareness. It is to draw back from the incoherent cusp of each on-setting moment to organize snippets of conditioning into sheltering illusions and idealized blinkers. Enough of these patches can be cobbled together into a process that one can call their own perspective; a discreet, serialized narrative that is manipulated to function within others and around others—currents knotted on currents—and function smoothly as long as one can pretend it is non-fiction. To live sanely is to suspend disbelief in the Inner Disney, the master of make believe and author of The Cautionary Tales. Sanity depends on how closely one attends the Inner Disney’s Cautionary Tales.
Act I
One — “I’m afraid…”
Another — “Tell me.”
One — “…of the chaos out there…”
Another — “The chaos within?”
One — “We can only hope for Integral™”
Another — “Oh, but Darling, how can you sacrifice your authenticity, your heat, for such a…a…clunky…I don’t know…oh god…it’s a cloister!”
One — “I need to gain control again…” (sobs)
Another — “But there are others…other sheltering illusions.”
One — “What? Existential Phenomenology? It’s too sad. It’s too scary…too real…so close to the edge. We have to fall back! I’m frightened.”
Another — “I’m afraid…”
One — “Tell me.”
The Scene
Outside: Reality remains the same as it has always been—but that’s an incidental matter.
Inside the Tale: Their content is nothing, their style is all.
They are trembling through the night.
Fade
nice! the space between the words is what informs..