Act I: Scene III

We fall asleep, but our machinery remains...

ACT I: Scene III

Scene: A corridor between the Land of Durus Corde and Iops.

Enter Volk Crimsblood and Horace Whipfellow deep in conversation about Man’s free will.

Volk: We fall asleep but our machinery remains! Why is this, I continue to ask? Yet, on and on I hear the same answer, “Does not this day on Earth wind as it does in Heaven?”

Horace: Upon the ground, we sit or lie, sometimes for aeons, if that is what our Creators wish.

Volk: Creators? Fine fellow, what do you mean, I thought you had begun your last treatise with “each man is free?”

Horace: Yes, and that’s still my thesis! Many lessons to this day, continue to be unearthed! Documents rendered at each turn we glimpse such truths, surely my friend you must have a sense of what I mean? Nature allows for these remote viewings!

Volk: Sometimes I sense an instance, an intensity of such anxiousness, where all things could end, and from there once more I begin to ask; where does time flee?

Horace: Nature equals Time, that might be my first pronouncement! Two sides of the same coin, waiting not for its command! Time the great executive, absolves all eventually, and dissolves all disputes!