Scenes From a Broken Hand: Nobody Here Gets Out Alive

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Nobody Here Gets Out Alive

Lawrence Welk does "One Toke Over the Line."

Oh, yes.

Can any of us really be said to have survived the seventies?

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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