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Act 4 Scene 3 the Seance


Wallace brings everyone back for ‘Why can’t we all just get along’
Perhaps Lincoln -same birthday to the day  is called up by mistake because Darwin is still too shy to show up,
to expound on how we don’t have to like one another or even agree, but that we must ultimately all get along

unconscious cerebration and the influence of a charismatic leader

diluted insanity

a trained physical enquirer is more than a match
for a professional conjurer

it is wrong to ridicule investigators
and yet I am not convinced of supernatural origins

occasional supernatural eruptions into the present visible universe
hallucination and residue

patient impartial and systematic inquiry
by a specially appointed scientific committee

clairvoyance
phenomena in dark and light
knocking
floating
mind reading

 

‘seance’
Well, there it is then
My friend Charles Darwin was given the credit
Perhaps rightly so…
But it is all my fault
and would still be a secret today
If not for my letter
Perhaps it is for the better
Perhaps it is not

Has the overwhelming enmity
awakened tween science and religion
been worth the cost?
Has paradise indeed been lost?

Whilst seeking the better butterfly
the flash of the hummingbird
have we gleaned insight into
or a glimpse of our ancestors and the greater story
the greater glory of life itself?

Seeking and surveying
our place in the scheme of things
in the universe
in the dreams that seem to ring true

Now then, hold fast to the hands of the spirit next to you
summon to mind our ancestors
and call forth their souls

in the beginning was the word
and it is continuity
an unending, unerring
link between all living beings...

creation is a different story
but all are related and it is a glorious
chain of events

 

 

hold onto your heartbeats
as the beast that lies within
is unleashed upon the world

 

 

does it really matter
whether if from one small beginning
life itself was begun
to unfold and flower over countless eons
or if all was revealed complete and miraculous
from a grandiose god where every chord
in the web of life is simultaneously spun

(is it wrong to expect that)

if the material world
the spirit made manifest in the flesh
is not sacred
what else could possibly be

what’s the matter
if we’re descended from other primates
do you think that God
loves you any the less for that

here we are
all standing on shaking ground
unsure of our faith and scared to die

Life has made us all special
that is how the drift occurs
and it is beautiful and strange
and beyond comprehension

to maintain infinite variety
is to manifest constant change

hold onto your heart beats
you are walking through eternity_

 

 

 

What has happened here
happens to all
that life is short and we all leave

by the hand of God or man
by our own will
or the strangest cause of all
time itself
it is in the book

 

hold onto your heart beats
you are walking through eternity_

 

A Greek Chorus Line…

How many must die?

All of them Unless we die in love to our Lord?
Even then –
all will pass as though we ‘ve never been

tracks in the stream
footsteps on the shore
washed away, washed away, washed away all

footfalls frozen in ice
tracks in the snow
melt away, melt away, melt away all

Then I reject this Lord, this God before men
And awaken in cold sweats yet again –
I am afraid…

And Malthus scaring the dickens out of us all

And Malthus screams out there will not be enough food And Christ leavens the bread in his suffering and feeds us all

And again I ask –

How many will die?  All of them with or without our help

With or without God’s love… But a few shall live (isn’t it so…in heaven, )
and Christ feeds us all through his suffering with bread he leavens
Only to breed and then to go along also
Everything passes away    Everything in vanity and display … (Everything passes away)

Everything in vanity and display …
In the long lasting never ending days before and beyond our lives…
(to melt back into the universe
this is not a curse or the end
if anything it is a beginning a trend – the manifestation of all things… to unfold and collapse again)

sadness does not become us
nor a feverish dance to the tune called by the devil
or played upon our heart strings
instead I offer a dance among the stars  - forever forward –
hold onto your heart beats - you are dancing to/upon eternity

don’t look down you are dancing through eternity…

go always into the light and live life with every breath
and the blessings of your children
will unfold as flowers into the sun and sum of it all…
and the god’s will bless your sorrows as a winnowing…

 

Why This dance towards death – enthralled with fear… don’t let your fears make your fierce
But we need a strong man to lead us
a father to smite our foes

And a vengeful God to mightily right our wrongs and raise us up
To give us meaning – to validate our lives
For we are nothing  (we are nothing) we are nothing

and you expect
This hyperbolic display of aggressive plumage
This relentless quest for security, to bring you peace
It only saps the will to live
consuming your precious resources  (to Hemingway as I lick the dribble from the top of the bottle…)
No amount of weight lifting
ever lifts the weight that so appalls the soul

I surrender to no man
But willingly to know God (dog)
Beagle spelled backwards is elgaeb
And I shall worship Elgaeb the merciful

Doggedly to the end of my days

 

Final Chorus is a reprise of "When we cross this great ocean, when it's time to see. I hope to find life is kind in all its immensity."

 

 

 

 

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