Germaine Greer, Leonardo diCaprio and Milan Kundera are stretched out on the lawn. Their heads are together and their feet are apart. The sky is black and silent. There are stars. Germaine is dozing.
Leonardo props himself onto his elbow and says, “After all my meanderings, I have come to the conclusion that I do not understand the world. I have come to the conclusion that there is no rhyme or reason; the goodness has no correlation to the badness, you cannot control the future or the past. There is a beauty in this knowledge. It is all a glorious jumble, over which we have no power.”
Germaine says, “It is only when we truly grasp this that we can begin to live. Until that time, we think about that which is not really important. The important questions are yet to be answered; the answers themselves are not important.” She does not open her eyes.
Leonardo says, “There is freedom in that, but also great responsibility. We must share this with the world; but who is to say if the world is ready? I feel a heaviness in my heart, for I am the keeper of the keys to the truth.”
Milan snorts. “Oh, lighten up.”