Narrator: This is a story of a husband awaiting the call of his missing lover. Its about his realization & his choice. To answer or not to answer. Battling back and forth between answering with hate, joy or impartiality, he teeters on the idea that not answering can also be answering. & so by the nature of the topology of the love game he is doomed to exchange one more Karmic message with the Love of his Life. Never before has existence laid witness to such passion within the void of oblivion.
The setting: The Friendship of Heavenly Bodies. The condolences from Mercury to Mars is accompanied by the inner dialog of the Moons Loony Sorrow.
The background: Venus has shaken away from the passionate embrace of her long-time Lover, Mars. Her orbit widened. Hastened perhaps by a moon of Jupiter or a visiting comet vagabond.
The paradox of meta-cognition is explained by the use of a Microchip. This may seem out of place, as it is comparable to our own dualistic Egos and the pain that can follow in its wake.
The Finality: The realization of Mars and the dawn of his new found paradigm, happens to lead him directly back to the question of answering or not answering once again.
opening scene
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"I will allow you", says the microchip posing as an angel, to Speak, Hear, See, and Feel! I am perched firmly on your shoulder and into your own ear will I take you! -Luna
Are you ready?" says Mercury
"Oh, what heartbreak does a love-strucked soul have, who expects a message they plan to ignore? I tell you today, I know this hardship! Is my absence of an answer a clear & open display of the abyss in my poor empty heart? questions Mars
Nay I say! In fact, such an absence may be impossible to truly show! To answer by not answering. It doesn't seem like a good plan at all." replies Mercury
Then let my intellect finally be rested! I would sooner change the colors of my homelands flag or shed my very skin then continue this self battery! cheers Mars
"Your plan is sure to demonstrate the solidarity of a kings character. Unless, unbeknown to the mind of the Ponzi fool, in a fit of emotion they react to answer her pity call regardless. says blinking Mercury
How many times have my manipulative strategies loaned her emotional propellant & driven her into the arms of another phallic shaped tool? How grotesque!" Mars seethes in his own honesty
MindofMars(inner dialog)~ Why would I ever consider answering that call? Would it only write me into the background of her new FairyTail & into his also? I'm now likened to a common stage-light instead of a Co-Star in this play. Whats a tragedy, that the power of the spotlight of my desire for her, only emphasizes his pointless scenes.
The reason she calls is to contrast you as a figure to judge her new boy with, I say! And how much 'good' can a plan like that bring to the life of the grandiose lovesick such as you? I bet the answer is 'None'. I have calculated that it's too late for it to do any good for you." says Mercury
"Then why does my heart still gamble on the hope of the underdog? My self. My intellects enemy! Is it for fear of losing the idea of what roll I played to my old-time Lover? Or fear of her cozy with another.", sobs Mars
"Your passionate abyss conjures the worst of the possible daemons because of the willingness to deceive yourself into thinking that she is capable of being a true friend to anyone at all. A naturally stubborn, self-pitying, scandalous whore I say. Move on! You have no choice." whips Mercury retrograde
MindOfMars~ And now I forget whom I am referring to? Love & Light or Abandon? They are the same now. Do what you will truelove told me long ago. What she has taught me is that the antidote to Regret is Hate. Then surrender & Peace.
"Oh hatred, fill my useless trite Heart.
Bestow to me nothing as you always have.
O` hate, o` hate, Oh Zugzwang how I despise your
power. I swear I'll Forget it all!" -Mars
Open Mars to Venus
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"You scolding piece of glass in my shoe!
Fly away with another! Then another, and another! To flee the duplicitous witches of a mothers-mothers-mother. Generations of Tragedy, Thrice! Run far if you will but know, their wickedness is yours as well. It runs as close to you as the very heart that keeps your blood spinning.
The two torches of your Legacy have brought down your own house. Let me ruin the end of your tragic story.
Your missing man is your taken Father.
May the candle held above your head, catch your straw-roof aflame and the one in your left, may it consume the rest of you!
Enough tears to extinguish, You have forgotten so soon... Farewell my Sorrow"
