ACT III, SCENE V

NARRATOR. And the nitrogen ion spoke. “All I ask of you Humpty is one hand and the police will have to contend forevermore with a friend born in a dying star. There, that’s it, give your tetravalent hand on carbon number one to me. That’s all I need. You have a brawl going on on the other side of the house, but not here. Here, it’s all quiet. One hand, one tetravalent arm, and the door quietly opens to an unsundered truth born in a collapsed red giant that told us all we needed to know about the police, a dance on a high wall, and the plains of Kurukshetra where the truth contends with its forfeiture on a grand scale. Stay calm, if you can Humpty. I’m here and no one has confused you with the Hindu god Shiva until now. This piece of the puzzle that is your mind must go missing from now on. You hold me, an open door to worlds beyond the reach of anything that can be constructed or torn apart or described as not there any more. You’ve found new worlds right here in distress and I’m the only one who knows it. Dying stars aren’t a problem anymore and neither are the police. The police don’t know what the dying star knows and that’s my point. Doesn’t matter which way they go with their radios. They’re not like us. They crashed long ago. Tiny little pieces of police in their cars going nowhere all the time. The harbingers of public safety all around us. Thermal motion in the form of profound intellectual noise incapable of crashing into anything and knowing it. They come and go all the time in this new world made with predicting their ungoverned behavior in their crashed cars. A dying star is their ticket to peace. They’ll know peace after they meet a real black hole. Reality will collide with them not the other way around. A black hole will take care of their confusion quietly and forever. My birthright was forged when the red giant exploded. Their birthright was forged when a dying star collapsed. Two sides to the same coin. They have your address here Humpty and I have theirs. It’s going to get quiet around here some day. Just wait. Hold onto my hand and wait.”

ACT III, SCENE VI

N. And the nitrogen base spoke. “Hello Humpty, we have the police here too on the plains of Kurukshetra. I wouldn’t hide anything from you – they’re right here. We handle them differently, of course. There are no brawls in this place of terror. We hold them still, they do not hold us. Remember when they laid you out on the cold sidewalk, hands and feet tied tight? Here we have them laid out, their hands and feet tied in a very straight line. But not on the ground. They’re held above the abyss with the threat of being torn limb from limb perfectly apprehended. In this way they testify to the truth that they too can fall. Dragons hold them tight, Humpty, your dragons. The plains of Kurukshetra have always been contested but here the contest is with the abyss. Not much more to understand from their point of view. Many-headed dragons are the order of the day. Four dragons, two heads, many policemen, one sky. Look up and apprehend the exploding star that gave your dragons birth. That’s about all the police can do here safely. The rest is all at risk. I wonder what the courts will say. This sky will fall yet.”