place fade with the damage endured, and you find no relief
from terrible knowledge secured, and tears do not cleanse
the memory of your quest, and if your silent reply has the
messenger leave you to rest, know that you are never alone.
You can always find me in this place, for I am your source,
and I walk with my children until they under-stand the
nature of all discourse. That is who I am, that is my word,
and they are the same for my actors in the theatre of the
absurd.
SAA-RA points through the crystalline walls toward the Milky Way.
SAA-RA
As we leave at the same time here (she smiles at the word
Time), we enter into the depth of linear time at different
points in physical life.
(She circles her finger three times, and the atmosphere appears to ripple around
the motions in slightly different hues with each circle.)
SAA-RA
Your different years of birth (she motions with her arm to
encompass the twenty-six) correspond to the experiences
you have chosen in order to meet us at specific points in
destiny. This one is the present (her finger ripples a
brownish hue), this one is the time of the beginning (her
fingers ripples a greenish hue), and…
KHA-LI ENTERS THE CHAMBER
As seen over the shoulder of MAN ONE.
SAA-RA (cont’d)
It is time for introductions.
That was all Bonnie had written.
I straightened the pages and for no apparent reason set them down gently. Bonnie tried to
hide any physical indication of anticipation, which only enhanced it, as I thought about her work
and said, “I liked it. A little tightening here and there, and you’re good to go. Except, maybe the
poetry thing. It’s not consistent.” There was something knawingly familiar about it, but I
couldn’t recall what book or movie I was thinking of.
Bonnie watched and waited, as if I was supposed to say something.
“I gather the first scene would introduce Kha-li?” I said, breaking her focus.
“Correct. Are you ready to deal with the premise of Knowing as if your life depended on
“I’m all ears.”
“That’ll have to do, for now.”
Officiously, Bonnie said, “My teachers will say that everything is conscious, and all
consciousness vibrates at a frequency specific to its genus and individual nature.” She moved her
