Ken is alone on the stage, inside a large black bag. He has been
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Hey, what if I have as many concerns after I'm dead as I had before I was born? Did I have any way back when? Can't remember any. What if the only experience is life? That does it! I think I'm just going to settle in and enjoy my life -- I mean, intelligently and with consideration for others. At least, until I pick up some kind of new broadcast with this antenna. Let me launch it out there and see.
(tosses walkie-talkie with antenna out onto stage)
Come in, anybody. Come in, God. Still nothing. Well, then, I wonder if I could be proud of myself for just doing the best with my life and no more? I wonder if I could even be glad I got to live? Hey, maybe that's it! Maybe I should try to live in a way that will make me glad I was born. But then what? I'll lie down in the earth like a perfect little tangent to the great globe, till I crumble back into it and disappear. Or maybe I'll avoid that and emulate the universe. I could give myself the same fate as a solar system near the end, when its star explodes and incinerates the planets it warmed for so long. At least, my molecules would get back into circulation sooner. One thing you can say. Nature sure knows how to die. Look how pretty the leaves are in autumn, almost like they're dying with a salute to life. I wonder if this is even the first evolution of modern life on earth? What if a meteor hit the earth and knocked it out of its atmosphere and water for even a few minutes. Everything would die, and in time the continents would be ground up and replaced with new ones. Can somebody please tell me why I have these concerns? I wonder if anybody else does? Oh, boy. I sure wish I wasn't alone with so many questions.
(hand comes out of bag with wave)
Hello, again. It's me, Ken. Are you sure there's nobody out there? Last chance. If there's anybody out there, let me know -- or I'm just going to settle in here, establish a nice balance between being and becoming, instead of stressing myself out, and enjoy myself until I die. OK, then, that's it. I'm settling in.
(pulls hand back in)
I'm content. I'd rather live with majestic questions than with uncertain answers. I mean, what do those answers do anyway but take the questions away from me? Yes, that's it. I'd rather live with true questions and wait to see if I finally get some answers.
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