INTRODUCTION:

The spotlight illuminates the woman's soft features, tears falling along the roundness of her pale, melanin deficient cheeks. Almost inaudible sobs gain in momentum and emotion turning to manic screams in the silent theater. A bleak, pitch black audience swallowed wholly into the illuminated aura of the woman’s grief, fading with the light.

The narrator’s monotonous tone leads the audience downstage left to a man silhouetted behind an old Japanese box screen. "Reason in the minds of today, lies on a vague line, indefinable, grasped as an excuse instead of a reason."

Having the audience’s attention he proceeds to define reason. "One, the basis or motive for an action, a decision, or a conviction. Two, a declaration made to explain or justify an action, decision, or conviction. Three, an underlying fact or cause that provides logical sense for a premise or occurrence. Four, the capacity for logical, rational, and analytic thought; intelligence. Five, good judgment; sound senses. Six, a normal mental state; sanity." A brief pause let the audience minds rest after the descriptive definition.

" There is confusion in the minds of today. What are the reasons behind our actions? Do WE lead OUR lives blindly?What opens up to us more and more each day? What becomes more apparent each moment? Are our lives full of reason , or excuses?"

The ringing discord of the alarm clock drowned the monotonous voice of the narrator. A rude awakening to such an orphic dream.

Zach yawned and rubbed his head. The hours of studying logic and rhetoric, along with the Indie-movie marathon really was taking its toll on his reality. The bare white walls of his loft greeted him with a blinding reflection of the outside light.