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Samsa · 10-21-2002, 03:23 PM

The KNIGHT is kneeling before a small altar. It is dark and quiet around him.
The air is cool and musty. Pictures of saints look down on him with stony
eyes. Christ's face is turned upwards, His mouth open as if in a cry of
anguish. On the ceiling beam there is a representation of a hideous devil
spying on a miserable human being. The KNIGHT hears a sound from the
confession booth and approaches it. The face of DEATH appears behind the
grille for an instant, but the KNIGHT doesn't see him.

KNIGHT
I want to talk to you as openly as I can, but
my heart is empty.

DEATH doesn't answer.

KNIGHT
The emptiness is a mirror turned towards my
own face. I see myself in it, and I am filled
with fear and disgust.

DEATH doesn't answer.

KNIGHT
Through my indifference to my fellow men, I
have isolated myself from their company. Now I
live in a world of phantoms. I am imprisoned in
my dreams and fantasies.

DEATH
And yet you don't want to die.

KNIGHT
Yes, I do.

DEATH
What are you waiting for?

KNIGHT
I want knowledge.

DEATH
You want guarantees?

KNIGHT
Call it whatever you like. Is it so cruelly
inconceivable to grasp God with the senses? Why
should He hide himself in a mist of half-spoken
promises and unseen miracles?

DEATH doesn't answer.

KNIGHT
How can we have faith in those who believe when
we can't have faith in ourselves? What is going
to happen to those of us who want to believe
but aren't able to? And what is to become of
those who neither want to nor are capable of
believing?

The KNIGHT stops and waits for a reply, but no one speaks or answers him.
There is complete silence.

KNIGHT
Why can't I kill God within me? Why does He
live on in this painful and humiliating way
even though I curse Him and want to tear Him
out of my heart? Why, in spite of everything,
is He a baffling reality that I can't shake
off? Do you hear me?

DEATH
Yes, I hear you.

KNIGHT
I want knowledge, not faith, not suppositions,
but knowledge. I want God to stretch out His
hand towards me, reveal Himself and speak to
me.

DEATH
But He remains silent.

KNIGHT
I call out to Him in the dark but no one seems
to be there.

DEATH
Perhaps no one is there.

KNIGHT
Then life is an outrageous horror. No one can
live in the face of death, knowing that all is
nothingness.

DEATH
Most people never reflect about either death or
the futility of life.

KNIGHT
But one day they will have to stand at that
last moment of life and look towards the
darkness.

DEATH
When that day comes ...

KNIGHT
In our fear, we make an image, and that image
we call God.

DEATH
You are worrying ...

KNIGHT
Death visited me this morning. We are playing
chess together. This reprieve gives me the
chance to arrange an urgent matter.

DEATH
What matter is that?

KNIGHT
My life has been a futile pursuit, a wandering,
a great deal of talk without meaning. I feel no
bitterness or self-reproach because the lives
of most people are very much like this. But I
will use my reprieve for one meaningful deed.

DEATH
Is that why you are playing chess with Death?

KNIGHT
He is a clever opponent, but up to now I
haven't lost a single man.

DEATH
How will you outwit Death in your game?

KNIGHT
I use a combination of the bishop and the
knight which he hasn't yet discovered. In the
next move I'll shatter one of his flanks.

DEATH
I'll remember that.

DEATH shows his face at the grill of the confession booth for a moment but
disappears instantly.

KNIGHT
You've tricked and cheated me! But we'll meet
again, and I'll find a way.

DEATH
(invisible)
We'll meet at the inn, and there we'll continue
playing.

The KNIGHT raises his hand and looks at it in the sunlight which comes
through the tiny window.

KNIGHT
This is my hand. I can move it, feel the blood
pulsing through it. The sun is still high in
the sky and I, Antonius Block, am playing
chess with Death.

He makes a fist of his hand and lifts it to his temple.

13 · 10-21-2002, 09:00 PM

I shall be silent, but under protest.

Samsa · 10-21-2002, 09:02 PM

SHIT

YOU POSTED

FASJ;DSLFAFJ;ADSFLDFSA;KFDASJ;FADS

Travis Meekz · 10-22-2002, 12:24 AM

hmm, samsa, you suck. Stop posting. Only post posts that show your psycho side.

Sepiae · 10-22-2002, 12:32 AM

I finally figured out what this is from.

Squashing Pineapples · 10-22-2002, 12:35 AM

http://www.footlights.org/2000/lent/...ow-srevue2.jpg

Samsa · 10-22-2002, 12:37 AM

Squashing Pineapples · 10-22-2002, 01:40 AM

and please get a sense of humor for God's sake!

Travis Meekz · 10-22-2002, 02:34 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by Enisled

c'mon davey. i think she's cool. she's cool because she has never once acknowleged my presence. gotta respect that.

you haven't been posting much. Just reply to any of her posts in a negative way and she'll flip out. It's great

13 · 10-22-2002, 02:48 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by Travis Meeks

you haven't been posting much. Just reply to any of her posts in a negative way and she'll flip out. It's great

I guess it doesn't take much to be a complete jerk and a total ass.

ass.

Travis Meekz · 10-22-2002, 02:55 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by 13

I guess it doesn't take much to be a complete jerk and a total ass.

ass.

well, honestly I guess not. You trying to be mayfuk 2.0?

Travis Meekz · 10-22-2002, 02:56 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by Enisled

holla at me one time.

please don't say this

13 · 10-22-2002, 02:56 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by Travis Meeks

well, honestly I guess not. You trying to be mayfuk 2.0?

Travis Meekz · 10-22-2002, 03:01 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by Enisled

as long as you stop staying 'fo shizel'

ok, but the snoop pic is classic

Cactuar · 10-22-2002, 03:04 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by Samsa
The KNIGHT is kneeling before a small altar. It is dark and quiet around him.
The air is cool and musty. Pictures of saints look down on him with stony
eyes. Christ's face is turned upwards, His mouth open as if in a cry of
anguish. On the ceiling beam there is a representation of a hideous devil
spying on a miserable human being. The KNIGHT hears a sound from the
confession booth and approaches it. The face of DEATH appears behind the
grille for an instant, but the KNIGHT doesn't see him.

KNIGHT
I want to talk to you as openly as I can, but
my heart is empty.

DEATH doesn't answer.

KNIGHT
The emptiness is a mirror turned towards my
own face. I see myself in it, and I am filled
with fear and disgust.

DEATH doesn't answer.

KNIGHT
Through my indifference to my fellow men, I
have isolated myself from their company. Now I
live in a world of phantoms. I am imprisoned in
my dreams and fantasies.

DEATH
And yet you don't want to die.

KNIGHT
Yes, I do.

DEATH
What are you waiting for?

KNIGHT
I want knowledge.

DEATH
You want guarantees?

KNIGHT
Call it whatever you like. Is it so cruelly
inconceivable to grasp God with the senses? Why
should He hide himself in a mist of half-spoken
promises and unseen miracles?

DEATH doesn't answer.

KNIGHT
How can we have faith in those who believe when
we can't have faith in ourselves? What is going
to happen to those of us who want to believe
but aren't able to? And what is to become of
those who neither want to nor are capable of
believing?

The KNIGHT stops and waits for a reply, but no one speaks or answers him.
There is complete silence.

KNIGHT
Why can't I kill God within me? Why does He
live on in this painful and humiliating way
even though I curse Him and want to tear Him
out of my heart? Why, in spite of everything,
is He a baffling reality that I can't shake
off? Do you hear me?

DEATH
Yes, I hear you.

KNIGHT
I want knowledge, not faith, not suppositions,
but knowledge. I want God to stretch out His
hand towards me, reveal Himself and speak to
me.

DEATH
But He remains silent.

KNIGHT
I call out to Him in the dark but no one seems
to be there.

DEATH
Perhaps no one is there.

KNIGHT
Then life is an outrageous horror. No one can
live in the face of death, knowing that all is
nothingness.

DEATH
Most people never reflect about either death or
the futility of life.

KNIGHT
But one day they will have to stand at that
last moment of life and look towards the
darkness.

DEATH
When that day comes ...

KNIGHT
In our fear, we make an image, and that image
we call God.

DEATH
You are worrying ...

KNIGHT
Death visited me this morning. We are playing
chess together. This reprieve gives me the
chance to arrange an urgent matter.

DEATH
What matter is that?

KNIGHT
My life has been a futile pursuit, a wandering,
a great deal of talk without meaning. I feel no
bitterness or self-reproach because the lives
of most people are very much like this. But I
will use my reprieve for one meaningful deed.

DEATH
Is that why you are playing chess with Death?

KNIGHT
He is a clever opponent, but up to now I
haven't lost a single man.

DEATH
How will you outwit Death in your game?

KNIGHT
I use a combination of the bishop and the
knight which he hasn't yet discovered. In the
next move I'll shatter one of his flanks.

DEATH
I'll remember that.

DEATH shows his face at the grill of the confession booth for a moment but
disappears instantly.

KNIGHT
You've tricked and cheated me! But we'll meet
again, and I'll find a way.

DEATH
(invisible)
We'll meet at the inn, and there we'll continue
playing.

The KNIGHT raises his hand and looks at it in the sunlight which comes
through the tiny window.

KNIGHT
This is my hand. I can move it, feel the blood
pulsing through it. The sun is still high in
the sky and I, Antonius Block, am playing
chess with Death.

He makes a fist of his hand and lifts it to his temple.

what

Travis Meekz · 10-22-2002, 03:09 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by Enisled

i used to have snoop in my sig... when i was the patient. and i still wish i never gave that name up

life's a bitch

Samsa · 10-22-2002, 12:47 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Travis Meeks

you haven't been posting much. Just reply to any of her posts in a negative way and she'll flip out. It's great

or maybe you're just really annoying!

anyways yeah. that movie gets a bad rap

i found it to be very powerful and moving. why won't my roommate get out of the bathroom.

scouse_dave · 10-22-2002, 12:48 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Samsa
why won't my roommate get out of the bathroom.

maybe she's hiding from you?

Samsa · 10-22-2002, 01:48 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by scouse_dave
maybe she's hiding from you?

or maybe she wasn't even in the room and i was only imagining that she was in the bathroom

Squashing Pineapples · 10-22-2002, 01:55 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Samsa

or maybe she wasn't even in the room and i was only imagining that she was in the bathroom

or maybe she drowned inside the toilet trying to hide from you

Samsa · 10-22-2002, 01:56 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Squashing Pineapples

or maybe she drowned inside the toilet trying to hide from you

no, because she came back like 5 minutes after i'd discovered she wasn't in the bathroom

10-21-2002, 03:23 PM	#1
Samsa Banned Location: A theater near you Posts: 7,929	hm hm hm The KNIGHT is kneeling before a small altar. It is dark and quiet around him. The air is cool and musty. Pictures of saints look down on him with stony eyes. Christ's face is turned upwards, His mouth open as if in a cry of anguish. On the ceiling beam there is a representation of a hideous devil spying on a miserable human being. The KNIGHT hears a sound from the confession booth and approaches it. The face of DEATH appears behind the grille for an instant, but the KNIGHT doesn't see him. KNIGHT I want to talk to you as openly as I can, but my heart is empty. DEATH doesn't answer. KNIGHT The emptiness is a mirror turned towards my own face. I see myself in it, and I am filled with fear and disgust. DEATH doesn't answer. KNIGHT Through my indifference to my fellow men, I have isolated myself from their company. Now I live in a world of phantoms. I am imprisoned in my dreams and fantasies. DEATH And yet you don't want to die. KNIGHT Yes, I do. DEATH What are you waiting for? KNIGHT I want knowledge. DEATH You want guarantees? KNIGHT Call it whatever you like. Is it so cruelly inconceivable to grasp God with the senses? Why should He hide himself in a mist of half-spoken promises and unseen miracles? DEATH doesn't answer. KNIGHT How can we have faith in those who believe when we can't have faith in ourselves? What is going to happen to those of us who want to believe but aren't able to? And what is to become of those who neither want to nor are capable of believing? The KNIGHT stops and waits for a reply, but no one speaks or answers him. There is complete silence. KNIGHT Why can't I kill God within me? Why does He live on in this painful and humiliating way even though I curse Him and want to tear Him out of my heart? Why, in spite of everything, is He a baffling reality that I can't shake off? Do you hear me? DEATH Yes, I hear you. KNIGHT I want knowledge, not faith, not suppositions, but knowledge. I want God to stretch out His hand towards me, reveal Himself and speak to me. DEATH But He remains silent. KNIGHT I call out to Him in the dark but no one seems to be there. DEATH Perhaps no one is there. KNIGHT Then life is an outrageous horror. No one can live in the face of death, knowing that all is nothingness. DEATH Most people never reflect about either death or the futility of life. KNIGHT But one day they will have to stand at that last moment of life and look towards the darkness. DEATH When that day comes ... KNIGHT In our fear, we make an image, and that image we call God. DEATH You are worrying ... KNIGHT Death visited me this morning. We are playing chess together. This reprieve gives me the chance to arrange an urgent matter. DEATH What matter is that? KNIGHT My life has been a futile pursuit, a wandering, a great deal of talk without meaning. I feel no bitterness or self-reproach because the lives of most people are very much like this. But I will use my reprieve for one meaningful deed. DEATH Is that why you are playing chess with Death? KNIGHT He is a clever opponent, but up to now I haven't lost a single man. DEATH How will you outwit Death in your game? KNIGHT I use a combination of the bishop and the knight which he hasn't yet discovered. In the next move I'll shatter one of his flanks. DEATH I'll remember that. DEATH shows his face at the grill of the confession booth for a moment but disappears instantly. KNIGHT You've tricked and cheated me! But we'll meet again, and I'll find a way. DEATH (invisible) We'll meet at the inn, and there we'll continue playing. The KNIGHT raises his hand and looks at it in the sunlight which comes through the tiny window. KNIGHT This is my hand. I can move it, feel the blood pulsing through it. The sun is still high in the sky and I, Antonius Block, am playing chess with Death. He makes a fist of his hand and lifts it to his temple.

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10-21-2002, 09:02 PM	#3
Samsa Banned Location: A theater near you Posts: 7,929	SHIT YOU POSTED FASJ;DSLFAFJ;ADSFLDFSA;KFDASJ;FADS

10-22-2002, 12:24 AM	#4
Travis Meekz Minion of Satan Location: . Posts: 6,301	hmm, samsa, you suck. Stop posting. Only post posts that show your psycho side.

10-22-2002, 12:32 AM	#5
Sepiae is a modern day sex camel Location: Boston, baby Posts: 7,662	I finally figured out what this is from.

10-22-2002, 12:37 AM	#7
Samsa Banned Location: A theater near you Posts: 7,929	yeah

10-22-2002, 01:40 AM	#8
Squashing Pineapples Banned Location: I'm outta here! Posts: 2,774	and please get a sense of humor for God's sake!