Shades of green and lavender dance in the background. Even with eyes wide open, it’s impossible to tell if the room has walls or is defined more by water and isolation. Actors are vaguely aware of each other.
Me: (sermonizing to a nebulous offstage audience) Mother Earth is exhausted by this adolescent phase of humanity. We’re facing severe consequence. All it will take is one big planetary shrug and we’ll be a species known only by bones. We’ve failed to outgrow our epic selfishness, destructive impulsivity, and futile denial of mortality. Earth won’t clean up after us forever; our money and phony apologies won’t save us…
God: (muttering to self, pacing) She’s right. They should know better by now. Maybe I should have set firmer limits.
Me: (turning to God) Or maybe you’re sending mixed messages.
God: (slightly mystified) I thought love would be enough.
Me: (sad, defensive) I don’t know why you’d make that assumption. Love is a lot harder than you realize.
God: (indignant) You think I don’t know that? I keep course-correcting with forgiveness and wearing my best clothes so that nature might have a chance to teach you something. I hate to mention this, but on other planets, things are going better.
Me: (shaken) But aren’t we your planet of choice? Aren’t we your favorites?
God: (thoughtfully muttering to self again) Too close to call. Tough to know how much more to invest. (Turning to me) Everyone wants to be my favorite, but actually, I’m my own favorite. It has to be that way.
Me: (indignant, arms crossed) Well then, I’m my own favorite, too.
God: (wryly) How’s your lumber supply? You’re aware of the supply chain problems, right?
Me: (trying to be funny) Are we talking ark? Greenhouse? Firewood?
God: (expanding to ginormous) All of the above. And more. Add marshmallows to your list.
Me: (despairing) And coffins? We’re gonna need lots of coffins.
God: (grabbing my hand with tenderness, a thousand eyes crying) Yes. I can’t change that. But eventually, they’ll be empty, baby. Empty.
Me: (trying to yank my hand free) Are we talking resurrection or decomposition?
God: (many heads nodding) Yes.
Light fades to the point where photoreceptor cells in the well-developed vertebrate retina are challenged, and the cones let go. Color dies but thanks to the rods, a set of hazy gray paths are still visible. They merge at the vanishing point.