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CYNTHIA: (touches his face) You are real, aren't you?
BOY: If real you think I am, then real I am.
CYNTHIA: She said you weren't real. She said I made you
up, that I created you. She was wrong, wasn't
she?
BOY: Who can say what is right and what is wrong,
What is real or unreal? It all depends
From what point of vantage you take your view.
What you see is your choice, see what you will.
CYNTHIA: You're not answering me. I need to know.
BOY: To me I am real.
CYNTHIA: And to me too.
BOY: And is that not all that is important?
CYNTHIA: I don't know. (pause) Did I make you?
BOY: We are each but a fragment of the one
And each fragment contains all that there is.
CYNTHIA: That doesn't make sense.
BOY: It does if you will sit back and let it.
CYNTHIA: Who are you?
BOY: An innocent, just like yourself.
CYNTHIA: (becoming angry) You're making me confused, and
you're not answering my questions.
BOY: I know not all the answers. But I know
Sometimes it is better not to question.
CYNTHIA: But there are things I want to know. Like were
you here before I came, and if I leave for good
will you be here after?
BOY: If not here, then where?
(The BOY turns and walks up to sit under the tree
CYNTHIA: You're really not being very helpful. You must b
real. I wouldn't have made up something to
piss myself off, would I? (turns and goes up to him)
Now you've managed to get me all aggravated you
have to play me a tune to sooth me.
BOY: (takes up his pipes)
'Tis no sooner said than done.
(He plays a melodious tune as the lights fade to
blackout.)
