A Scripted-Kind of Life...
An Interview with the Tearless Girl


And so I ask the Tearless girl, what makes love tick,
what makes it grow? As clay to shape, what holds its mold?
what is it, I wonder, what makes love just... sick?

“ I believe it’s the Heavens” she said, “ the world is a spectacle, it’s a show, the Heavens watch in awe. And us? We’re the actors in a play. The script plans out our future, and our birth is the stage.”

“But what about freewill? My Tearless dear, what’s the point of life if all we do is read a script, like mindless drones, like a 9 to 5.
What do you tell your children's’ children about a scripted-life?

“ Ah, youth is... as I practice for old age. But death... death is a breeze. It’s the only skill you’ll learn with ease.
Tell’em a song... for as the show must goes on, you Will descent and it will all make sense, and then You will sing...”

TEARLESS GIRL
(Shouts)
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