Scene---The scene is an asphalt schoolyard of a turn of the
century school house on a dirty,overcast, and cold December day in the 
modern day Northern Hemisphere.  Six devilishly cherubic fourteenish boys
encircle and taunt a hoplessly defensless phobia filled pudgy boy
with buzzcut hair and horned rim glasses.<p>
 
They attack the phobic one with small bits of foreign objects which they
stick in his ears, nose, mouth, down his shirt and underpants.  They tell him 
that these objects are live bees and wasps.  The boy's eyes are virtually
bulging out of his skull in terror.  Commonsense has no chance of 
prominence in the wake of terror that caused his heart to race and
pressurize the blood in his arteries and veins.  No, a fear of death
would not let him rationalize that there should be no bees and wasps 
in this time of year.<p>  

Piercing screams of the boy's anguish for the six to stop go on without 
yield.  However, one of the newest to this group of six(Joshua) feels one of the 
screams, like a cold icy shaft, pierce his heart.  Joshua's mind is sucked 
up into his self conscious as his spirit comes out of his body like
a swirling white mist and floats over, around and through this circle.  
He passes through the minds and souls and hearts of the taunters and the
taunted.<P>**
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Enter C. Moore: Hello?(Song "Hello?")Wizened face of C. Moore(Prophet and 
introspective Philosopher)intertwining with the spirit of Joshua, a mist 
of white is following his face from his white hair, like the trail of a 
comet.  His face stops and starts as he makes points of logic during this 
song.  Almost as if he is speaking to himself and Joshua.  It almost seems 
as if their faces are synonomous.

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i left in above for now, thinking possibly how c. moore could still fit into
part of a parrallel world.  ie. faces are synonomous.
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Joshua thinks to himself, "I've got to hold on tight,  got to rid myself of
this fright."  His fright was dual in nature.  Does he fight against his own 
fear of lonliness and maintain the companionship of the boys, thus allowing
the poor defensless bag of pudge to be his sacrifcial lamb in aversion of 
a loney life.  Or does he feel the warmth of a small, still glowing but 
waning ember deep in his soul that was once the roaring fire of pure 
child-like spiritual benevolence. Surely he could be the turncoat of the 
herd and defend the fat one; but only if he is ready to risk lonliness
and possibly become one of the tormented.<p>

Of course, there is risk of torment in both realms. However, lack of courage
brings on latent torment(the torment of years gone past and not making a 
stand on one's own), and possesion of courage meets torment head-on, 
suffering, but never succumbing.