ACT I
You are seated alone in a dark room. The chair is simple
wood. In front of you are two screens, behind you two projectors. You have
died.
The projectors sound to life, a sound from old movies, of
movies being shown as a wheel turn. The movie is of your life. The same picture
shows on both screens. Identical.
God’s voice (or is it Leibnitz’s voice?) says:
On the left screen is your life movie
where you made all the choices, where you have free will. On the right screen
is your life movie from the moment I created everything. Though I saw
everything you would do before you ever existed, you were free to choose.
ACT II
You watch your life movie. Your chair swivels to the right
and a light pervades a previous darkness. Two new screens appear. On one screen is your life
movie from your eyes out. On the other screen is your life movie eyes on you.
God’s voice (or is it Leibnitz’s voice?) says:
On the left side is your monad,
prefect in actuality, without passivity. On the right are the monads of those
that knew you, their monads prefect in actuality, without passivity. The two
never interact. To interact requires passivity. I cannot create a perfect thing
that is passive; you contained the interactions with other monads from the
moment I created everything and they contained your monad from the moment of
creation.
ACT III
Your chair swivels further again to the right and a light pervades
another darkness. In front of you is only one screen. You watch your life
movie. You are murdered.
God’s voice (or is it Leibnitz’s voice?) says:
Your murder was the best of all
possible worlds. I cannot create a non-perfect world. From the moment I created
everything you would be murdered and it would be the best of all possible
worlds. Though you winced at your murder, this too was the best of all possible
worlds. Your perspective, perfect from the moment of creation, because of not
in spite of its ignorance and desire, perfect from the moment of creation,
cannot see perfection, though this is perfection. Your murder is for the best.
ACT IV
You are sad and it is perfect. Your chair swivels to the
right again, back to where it began, and a darkness pervades a light. And it is
perfect.
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