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                              ACT I

                              Scene One : Morning

       AT RISE:

                              SUNRISE, dressed in white robes 
                              associated with some religious or 
                              spiritual groups, is stretched over a 
                              tree stump, roses at her side.  

                              MAGDA, dressed in a white exercise 
                              suit, jogs in circles, then stops by a 
                              park bench and begins to exercise. 

                              MAGDA
       Hello. Good to see you out there too. Yes yes, it is 
       beautiful out here this time of the morning, makes you feel 
       really alive. Yes, of course it used to be a lot easier, but 
       when we were young wasn't everything. I can remember when I 
       didn't even have to think about touching these toes. Now I 
       just pray I can get through these exercises without coming 
       apart. Enough! I am finished.
                   
                   (MAGDA stops and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, 
                    now aware of SUNRISE)
       
       Yes, yes, I know it isn't very good for me, but I fool myself 
       and only smoke in this park -- in the morning -- and when I 
       get home I tell myself I will quit for good. Yah, we all have 
       our weaknesses.
                   
                   (MAGDA coolly turns offering SUNRISE a cigarette 
                    as SUNRISE offers MAGDA roses)
       
       Would you like cigarette?

                              SUNRISE
       Won't you take a pretty flower?

                              MAGDA
       What did you say?

                              SUNRISE
       I don't smoke. No one should.

                              MAGDA
       I only asked because you were watching me. You were watching 
       me weren't you?

                              SUNRISE
       I thought you might like some flowers.

                              MAGDA
       Ah, roses, they are my favorite.

                              SUNRISE
       Take one. They yours.
                   
                   (MAGDA puts the cigarette back, reaches out to 
                    take the flower, then stops abruptly.) 
       
       What's wrong?

                              MAGDA
       Roses have thorns.

                              SUNRISE
       Oh! Of course. Let me pick one out for you.
                   (Pricks her hand) 
       Ouch!

                              MAGDA
       I warned you. Now, let me see. Ah, nothing serious here, 
       nothing serious at all. Just suck on it.
                   
                   (SUNRISE stares at her)
       
       Believe me, it'll make it feel better. 
                   
                   (SUNRISE puts her finger in her mouth)
       
       Now isn't that better?

                              SUNRISE
       Uh-huh.

                              MAGDA
       Yes, roses are very beautiful, and very, very dangerous. 
       Obviously much too dangerous for you. I'm surprised your 
       mother lets you out alone. (walking away)

                              SUNRISE
       MY MOTHER IS THE SOLAR SYSTEM!

                              MAGDA
       Really! (stops) And your father?

                              SUNRISE
       My father is the--

                              MAGDA
       No, no, no don't tell me. You're father is the Cosmos!

                              SUNRISE
       Exactly.

                              MAGDA
       Exactly. 

                              SUNRISE
       I knew you'd understand.

                              MAGDA
       I don't understand at all, my dear child, I was just simply 
       making a joke.

                              SUNRISE
       I'm not a child. 

                              MAGDA
       No, obviously you are not. Please accept my apology Miss..?

                              SUNRISE
       Sunrise.

                              MAGDA
       Sunrise...what?

                              SUNRISE
       Just Sunrise.

                              MAGDA
       Of course. And why would you give me such a lovely present?

                              SUNRISE
       I'm an Eastern Celestial and I was hoping that you might be 
       one too.

                              MAGDA
       An Eastern what?

                              SUNRISE
       An Eastern Celestial, you know, in harmony with the greater 
       consciousness of the universe.

                              MAGDA
       No, no, I'm afraid you've made a terrible mistake. I am many 
       things -- as both my friends and my enemies would be attest 
       to -- but being an Eastern Celestial is not one of them.
                   
                   (MAGDA starts to leave but SUNRISE follows)

                              SUNRISE
       But if you're not an Eastern Celestial...

                              MAGDA
       Which I am not.

                              SUNRISE
       What are you?

                              MAGDA
       A "Western Survivor" I suppose. What possible difference can 
       it make? 

                              SUNRISE
       I think what you are makes a big difference. And I don't 
       think it's funny.

                              MAGDA
       That makes two of us.

                              SUNRISE
       I'm serious.

                              MAGDA
       Anyone can see, my dear, that you are quite serious, but tell 
       me, my dear -- did they make you give up your sense of humor 
       when you joined them or did you do it willingly?

                              SUNRISE
       I think I have a wonderful sense of humor.

                              MAGDA
       That makes one of us.

                              SUNRISE
       And they don't make us do anything we don't want to do.

                              MAGDA
       Then you should be more careful. Just going up to someone in 
       the park can be very dangerous. Terrible things can happen 
       here even in the daylight 

                              SUNRISE
       I'm not afraid.

                              MAGDA
       Then you are a serious fool as well as a -- what did you call 
       yourself?  

                              SUNRISE
       An Eastern Celestial.

                              MAGDA
       Yes, yes, an Eastern Celestial. Your mother is the solar 
       system and your father is the cosmos?

                              SUNRISE
       Exactly!

                              MAGDA
       Exactly, and you take this all very seriously, whatever this 
       is, though I'm sure you're about to explain that to me too.

                              SUNRISE
       If you're really serious.

                              MAGDA
       I have nothing against being serious since everything in life 
       is very serious, except death, of course, which is merely 
       inconvenient... 
                   (looking at the cigarette and tossing it to the 
                    ground)
       and inevitable.
                   (stomping out the cigarette)

                              SUNRISE
       Not inevitable if you're an Eastern Celestial -

                              MAGDA
       (overlapping) Eastern Celestial, of course! I should have 
       expected that.

                              SUNRISE
       But it's true.

                              MAGDA
       What's true? That you've found some way to explain death.

                              SUNRISE
       We don't need to explain it.

                              MAGDA
       To eliminate it then.

                              SUNRISE
       We can't do that either.

                              MAGDA
       Then what do you have us do with it.

                              SUNRISE
       We don't need to eliminate it, since, for us, death has 
       absolutely no meaning.

                              MAGDA
       How appealing. 

                              SUNRISE
       Our Holy Mystic, the most benign leader, Mansa Poor-na, has 
       revealed to us that death is to be welcomed like the coming 
       of spring.
                   (SUNRISE freezes like a tree a la Isadora Duncan)

                              MAGDA
       But then you must have a high suicide rate?

                              SUNRISE
       I thought you were serious.

                              MAGDA
       I admit I don't understand very much of this business --by 
       the way -- was that a tree you were becoming just now? 

                              SUNRISE
       No.

                              MAGDA
       Good. 

                              SUNRISE
       It wasn't a tree.

                              MAGDA 
       Because it didn't look like a tree.

                              SUNRISE
       It was the embodiment of life.

                              MAGDA
       Oh, but you must admit that nothing embodies life quite so 
       well as -- life itself, and nothing makes life quite so 
       precious as the spectre of our own mortality. But mortality -- 
       or immortality, wouldn't interest you anymore and I find that 
       a loss for you and your -- what did you call him?

                              SUNRISE
       Mansa Poorna.

                              MAGDA
       I'm afraid your Mansa has eliminated more than the fear of 
       death. 

                              SUNRISE
       What do you mean?

                              MAGDA
       He has eliminated the very reasons we need to go on living.

                              SUNRISE
       But that's not true. You just wait and let it happen when it 
       will happen.

                              MAGDA
       A good insurance policy to be sure.

                              SUNRISE
       Against what?

                              MAGDA
       Pain. Fear. Disappointment.

                              SUNRISE
       What's so great about pain. 

                              MAGDA
       It helps define pleasure. Or has your Holy Mystic done away 
       with that too.

                              SUNRISE
       What kind of pain are you talking about?

                              MAGDA
       I don't know. 

                              SUNRISE
       Something physical?

                              MAGDA
       That might part of it.

                              SUNRISE
       That's easy then.

                              MAGDA
       Good.

                              SUNRISE
       It would mean nothing.

                              MAGDA
       Nothing?

                              SUNRISE
       Actually, it would mean less than nothing.

                              MAGDA
       I didn't know there was such a category. But obviously there 
       is much I don't know anymore.

                              SUNRISE
       Are we through with the pain thing?

                              MAGDA
       But then not all pain is physical.What about the mental and 
       emotional pain?

                              SUNRISE
       Same answer.

                              MAGDA
       But they're not the same.

                              SUNRISE
       Less than nothing.

                              MAGDA
       How can you answer the same way when they are obviously quite 
       different? 

                              SUNRISE
       They are the same for me. 

                              MAGDA
       Disappointment?

                              SUNRISE
       Meaningless. 

                              MAGDA
       Love?

                              SUNRISE
       The Mansa says --

                              MAGDA
       Is love worth dying for?

                              SUNRISE
       Why are you so interested in what I'm willing to die for. 

                              MAGDA
       How about your family? Your country? Your work?

                              SUNRISE
       This is my work.

                              MAGDA
       Coming to the park and giving out flowers to strangers may 
       fill up your day but it is not work.

                              SUNRISE
       I thought you would understand.

                              MAGDA
       What? I'm a very patient woman but I don't understand--

                              SUNRISE
       (interrupting) This is my life now. 

                              MAGDA
       This may be your life now, but sometime you must have dreamed 
       of something else -- of being someone other than whatever it 
       is you are now. 

                              SUNRISE
       Why can't all of you see that this is all I need now. I have 
       every reason I need right here in this little book. All I 
       have to do is accept it

                              MAGDA
       I'm afraid all this acceptance is too much for this old lady. 

                              SUNRISE
       You're not so old.

                              MAGDA
       Tell that to my undertaker. 

                              SUNRISE
       You take very good care of yourself. 

                              MAGDA
       I admit my weakness for flattery. But you may still keep your 
       Holy man. I need all of those things that your Mansa would 
       tell you are not worth having.

                              SUNRISE
       I admire how you come out here and exercise. 

                              MAGDA
       Taking care of myself is my own small contribution toward 
       warding off that disease called Death that you have so 
       conveniently eliminated.

                              SUNRISE
       The Mansa says that our bodies are the storehouses of our 
       sacred auras. And that we must take care of them while they 
       wait to pass on to their futures.

                              MAGDA
       Whatever that may be. 

                              SUNRISE
       It's very important to keep yourself in good order.

                              MAGDA
       Obviously your Mystic's not over seventy yet.

                              SUNRISE
       For a healthy body is the result - and the protector - of a 
       healthy soul.

                              MAGDA
       Stop!

                              SUNRISE
       What's wrong?

                              MAGDA
       Go back.

                              SUNRISE
       Where.

                              MAGDA
       To what you just said before. What did you just say -- 
       exactly.

                              SUNRISE
       That the healthy body a person has, is the result --

                              MAGDA
       Of a healthy soul.

                              SUNRISE
       Exactly.

                              MAGDA
       And you believe that.

                              SUNRISE
       Yes.

                              MAGDA
       Just the way you said it?

                              SUNRISE
       Yes.

                              MAGDA
       Then you must believe in its opposite.

                              SUNRISE
       What opposite? 

                              MAGDA
       The language is very important. 

                              SUNRISE
       Is this a game?

                              MAGDA

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