Dialogue 1
Daedalus and Icarus
Icarus awakes
I: Has another day ended?
D: The sun has only just risen
I: Wake me up when this dreary existence is over.
D: Son, if imprisonment and hibernation were synonymous, I would have no concern about your sad survival as a lump under a bedsheet. Get up.
Icarus lights candle
I: You know what, old man, you’re absolutely right. What with all the activities and opportunities in this merry cell, why on earth do I waste my time in bed when I could be doing....(pause) nothing.
D: There is plenty to do and say.
I: Well then perhaps I am as blind as a prophet. Revere me. Goodnight.
(goes to blow out candle)
D: Stop!
I: I can’t hear you. Goodnight.
(motions to blow candle again)
D: I taught you to wear education like a threat. Answer me this, prophet.
I: Give me your best
D: Of what manner is the candle at the lick of the flame?
I: It is like nectar
D: Touching the nectar, what do you find?
I: It is like honey, thicker than before.
D: Yes, and furthermore…
I: Dense like the honeycomb, binding one and one together.
D: Right. Nothing more?
I: None to be said. Were those challenges or folly? Father, you too should rest.
D: Understand, Icarus, I want you to sleep with your feet on the pillow and your head in the clouds but you have only been burrowing yourself into the insipid. There is a spark in you, young boy.
I: You too must understand that I have been tickling my mind with human fingers since birth. I can find my way. You always seem to think I am destined to trip on the doorstep to my downfall but I can dust my backside and cure my affliction. You worry too much.
D: I do worry. You have the raw power of a tongue left untied in you. As sharp as it is you make me proud.
I: Thank you father but leave me to my own.
D: I invest my future in my child’s past and my past in their ever-present so that I may face eternity. We will escape, Icarus.
I: In a thousand suns
D: In one.
I: How so?
D: Was it not your idea? Through the most fluid of nectar, the thickness of honey and the sturdiest of honeycomb.
Icarus awakes
I: Has another day ended?
D: The sun has only just risen
I: Wake me up when this dreary existence is over.
D: Son, if imprisonment and hibernation were synonymous, I would have no concern about your sad survival as a lump under a bedsheet. Get up.
Icarus lights candle
I: You know what, old man, you’re absolutely right. What with all the activities and opportunities in this merry cell, why on earth do I waste my time in bed when I could be doing....(pause) nothing.
D: There is plenty to do and say.
I: Well then perhaps I am as blind as a prophet. Revere me. Goodnight.
(goes to blow out candle)
D: Stop!
I: I can’t hear you. Goodnight.
(motions to blow candle again)
D: I taught you to wear education like a threat. Answer me this, prophet.
I: Give me your best
D: Of what manner is the candle at the lick of the flame?
I: It is like nectar
D: Touching the nectar, what do you find?
I: It is like honey, thicker than before.
D: Yes, and furthermore…
I: Dense like the honeycomb, binding one and one together.
D: Right. Nothing more?
I: None to be said. Were those challenges or folly? Father, you too should rest.
D: Understand, Icarus, I want you to sleep with your feet on the pillow and your head in the clouds but you have only been burrowing yourself into the insipid. There is a spark in you, young boy.
I: You too must understand that I have been tickling my mind with human fingers since birth. I can find my way. You always seem to think I am destined to trip on the doorstep to my downfall but I can dust my backside and cure my affliction. You worry too much.
D: I do worry. You have the raw power of a tongue left untied in you. As sharp as it is you make me proud.
I: Thank you father but leave me to my own.
D: I invest my future in my child’s past and my past in their ever-present so that I may face eternity. We will escape, Icarus.
I: In a thousand suns
D: In one.
I: How so?
D: Was it not your idea? Through the most fluid of nectar, the thickness of honey and the sturdiest of honeycomb.
