Six Degrees
"The Kandinsky's painted on both sides."
"Chaos; control; chaos; control... You like? You like?"
PAUL. The imagination. That's our out. Our imagination teaches us our limits and then how to grow beyond those limits. The imagination says listen to me. I am your darkest voice. I am your 4 a.m. voice. I am the voice that wakes you up and says this is what I'm afraid of. Do not listen to me at your peril. The imagination is the noon voice that sees clearly and says yes, this is what I want for my life. It's there to sort out your nightmare, to show you the exit from the maze of your nightmare, to transform the nightmare into dreams that become your bedrock. If we don't listen to that voice, it dies. It shrivels. It vanishes. (Paul takes out a switchblade and opens it.) The imagination is not our escape. On the contrary, the imagination is the place we are all trying to get to. (Paul lifts his shirt and stabs himself. Ouisa sits up and screams. Paul is gone. The phone rings.)
-John Guare, Six Degrees of Separation
"Chaos; control; chaos; control... You like? You like?"
PAUL. The imagination. That's our out. Our imagination teaches us our limits and then how to grow beyond those limits. The imagination says listen to me. I am your darkest voice. I am your 4 a.m. voice. I am the voice that wakes you up and says this is what I'm afraid of. Do not listen to me at your peril. The imagination is the noon voice that sees clearly and says yes, this is what I want for my life. It's there to sort out your nightmare, to show you the exit from the maze of your nightmare, to transform the nightmare into dreams that become your bedrock. If we don't listen to that voice, it dies. It shrivels. It vanishes. (Paul takes out a switchblade and opens it.) The imagination is not our escape. On the contrary, the imagination is the place we are all trying to get to. (Paul lifts his shirt and stabs himself. Ouisa sits up and screams. Paul is gone. The phone rings.)
-John Guare, Six Degrees of Separation