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### FIFTH PARABLE: BREAK THE GATES.
*THE FACE IN THE MIRROR*\
Do you hear it, now? The song you've always heard, in your dreams, but here and now you're awake.
Are our dreams real? They're _less real_ than we are--that does not mean they're not real.
The world is a dream. You know this. *What, then, does that mean?*

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*(The lights go out.)*
### SECOND PARABLE: You can think yourself out of any problem except being dead.
### THIRD PARABLE: Only give yourself up if it guarantees victory.
*(Enter THE INKMAKER.)*
*THE INKMAKER, to the audience, plucking berries for his basket.*\
When I was a child, I was called strange. I did not conform. I was the worst, of my father's sons, and all the world knew it, and I knew it too.
When they sought to beat me into shape, to strike while the iron was hot, they changed me, oh, yes. *(He chuckles, dryly.)* Not how they wanted, of course. They taught me to lie. They taught me to wear a mask. They taught me that they would betray me in an instant if I broke rank.
*(Offstage, a ruckus.)*
They didn't teach me to be what they wanted. Oh, yes, they taught me how to hate. They just taught me how to hate *them.*
*(THE GUARDS and THE PRINCE enter, stage right. THE PRINCE is held by his arms, by two of THE GUARDS--he's clearly been beaten.)*
### FOURTH PARABLE:
### FIFTH PARABLE: BREAK THE GATES.
*THE FACE IN THE MIRROR*\
Do you hear it, now? The song you've always heard, in your dreams, but here and now you're awake.
Are our dreams real? They're _less real_ than we are--that does not mean they're not real.
The world is a dream. You know this. *What, then, does that mean?*

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### FOURTH PARABLE:

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### SECOND PARABLE: You can think yourself out of any problem except being dead.

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### THIRD PARABLE: Only give yourself up if it guarantees victory.
*(Enter THE INKMAKER.)*
*THE INKMAKER, to the audience, plucking berries for his basket.*\
When I was a child, I was called strange. I did not conform. I was the worst, of my father's sons, and all the world knew it, and I knew it too.
When they sought to beat me into shape, to strike while the iron was hot, they changed me, oh, yes. *(He chuckles, dryly.)* Not how they wanted, of course. They taught me to lie. They taught me to wear a mask. They taught me that they would betray me in an instant if I broke rank.
*(Offstage, a ruckus.)*
They didn't teach me to be what they wanted. Oh, yes, they taught me how to hate. They just taught me how to hate *them.*
*(THE GUARDS and THE PRINCE enter, stage right. THE PRINCE is held by his arms, by two of THE GUARDS--he's clearly been beaten.)*