Scenes From a Broken Hand: Pot Calls Kettle Black

Monday, May 14, 2007

Pot Calls Kettle Black

A retelling of an old German parable on herd-mindedness, put at the service, somehow, of conservatives and against liberals...as though the right side of aisle didn't mindlessly repeat whatever they were told to believe.

It's a nice parable and a good warning, regardless of who is retelling it. But let's be honest (for once). No one is exempt. We have met the enemy and he is us.

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Scenes from a Broken Hand

CHESTER:
This monk I knew in Thailand... amazing man. He was always talking about these veils that stand between us and reality—and how you had to push them back to win the Hide and Seek.

JIM:
Hide and Seek?

MORDECAI:
It's a game, Pogo—the one I'm playing with myself—my real self, deep down.

CHESTER:
No, no. God, or the world, or whatever is out there, is playing it--with all of us. See, God is like this tremendous hand, and we, all of us, everything, are like the fingers. What God does is, he splits himself up into all these different parts, all these fingers: plants, fish, people, rocks—and then—this is the amazing part— he forgets! He forgets what he's done. He plays a game with himself, see? Hide and Seek! That's what the veils are for—so he can forget—so we can forget where it all came from. We see the fingers, but we never see the hand.

from Scenes From a Broken Hand,
a play by Andrew Ordover