detachment
Act 1 - small high school chapel. boys in blazers fidgeting on the rigid wooden pews, trying hard to keep awake. the smell of incense fills the air and the soft glow of candles and ambient bulbs bounces off the myriad colourful pieces on the stained glass windows.
Father: ".. and finally gentlemen, to conclude today's talk, we must remember that non-spiritual attachments are fleeting. Luke 18:18 tells us that we have to overcome our attachments, as these bring about weakness in character.."
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Act 2 - deserted canteen in college dorm. crickets chirping fill the still, humid night, as not even a breeze rustles the crisp, dry leaves of the tree under which three boys sit. a hazy cloud of a sweet-smelling substance hangs still over them, enveloping them in a ghostly glow.
Boy 1: ".. dude, psycho class was interesting today.. all about balancing two major inner senses: conscience, and desire. too much of either kills the other, unless.. unless you detach from one. at that point then you can fully indulge in the other, as much as you want.. y'know what i'm saying?"
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Act 3 - front porch of town-house type apartment, somewhere in western new york. sounds of revelry carry in the air from the pubs not too far away. two boys sit on rocking chairs, the only other sounds the clink of glass, and a sharp hiss as another bottle gets opened
Boy 1: ".. relationships seem to have become 'smash and grab' affairs.. you smash the window, grab what you can and get out before the other person smashes and grabs whatever you have! detach, feel no guilt, it's self-preservation.."
***PS: i was just trying to talk about detachment and its forms,
Father: ".. and finally gentlemen, to conclude today's talk, we must remember that non-spiritual attachments are fleeting. Luke 18:18 tells us that we have to overcome our attachments, as these bring about weakness in character.."
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Act 2 - deserted canteen in college dorm. crickets chirping fill the still, humid night, as not even a breeze rustles the crisp, dry leaves of the tree under which three boys sit. a hazy cloud of a sweet-smelling substance hangs still over them, enveloping them in a ghostly glow.
Boy 1: ".. dude, psycho class was interesting today.. all about balancing two major inner senses: conscience, and desire. too much of either kills the other, unless.. unless you detach from one. at that point then you can fully indulge in the other, as much as you want.. y'know what i'm saying?"
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Act 3 - front porch of town-house type apartment, somewhere in western new york. sounds of revelry carry in the air from the pubs not too far away. two boys sit on rocking chairs, the only other sounds the clink of glass, and a sharp hiss as another bottle gets opened
Boy 1: ".. relationships seem to have become 'smash and grab' affairs.. you smash the window, grab what you can and get out before the other person smashes and grabs whatever you have! detach, feel no guilt, it's self-preservation.."
***PS: i was just trying to talk about detachment and its forms,
and the different levels it comes out in at different stages in life***
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