Communication

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Woe to him
who strives
with his Maker,
an earthen
vessel
with
the potter!
[Isaish 45:9]
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"I wish,
You had made
me a lot more
insensitive,
Lord."

[NODDING.]
[WATCHING A LITTLE
BIRD SETTLING DOWN,
FOR THE NIGHT.]

(Sorrowful screech.)
"WHY?"

[CALM PAUSE.]
"Why
what,
Mein kin'der."

(Look, searchingly,
at the ceiling.)
"Why did
Ya MAKE me...
so damned..
SENSITIVE?"
(Grimmace.)

[REBUKATIVE VOICE.]
"Hush,
My child.
Don't curse."

(Impatient squirm.)
(Irritable shout.)
"But....THAT'S NOT
the POINT,
LORD!"
(Frustrated squirm.)
"Ya STILL
haven't answered
my QUESTION!"

[PATIENT GAZE.]

(Fold arms,
stubbornly.)
(Lean back,
against chair.)
"I think I have
a RIGHT...
to KNOW!"
(Lean forward,
again.)
"After all,
it's MY life!"

[SILENCE.]
[LOOKING DOWN,
UPON GRUMPY CHILD.]

(Irritable squint.)
(Cup both hands;
shout to the ceiling.)
"Ya know,
LORD.....
ONE day...
ALL 'a us,
HUMANS....
are gonna
go on STRIKE!"

[TENDER CHUCKLE.]

(Point, forcefully,
with one puny hand,
to the ceiling.)
"WE NEED MORE
RIGHTS! AND...
more...BENEFITS!"

[PATIENT GAZE.]

(Shout.)
"I'm NOT KIDDING!"

[MORE PATIENT NODDING.]
"I know,
Mein kin'der."

(Shout.)
"And....
I'm gonna be right out, FRONT!
...Carrying a BIG PLACARD!"

[SOLEMN NOD.]
[CALM GAZE.]
"And,
what will it say,
O' kin'der."

(Impatient pause.)
(Whiny shout.)
"I DON'T KNOW!
I HAVEN'T GOTTEN
THAT FAR, YET!"

[WISE NOD.]
[PATIENT VOICE.]
"Good,
child.
Let Me
know,
when
you
do."
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Does the clay
say to him,
who fashions it,
'What are
you making'?
or
'Your work
has no
handles'?
[Isaiah 45:9]

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