Mae’s full monologue
When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn…
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut… when death comes like the measle pox…
when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades… I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering… what’s it gonna be like, that cottage of darkness?
And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood, and I look upon time as no more than an idea, and I consider eternity as another possibility…
and I think of each life as a flower, as common as a field daisy, and as singular. And each name a comfortable music in the mouth…
tending, as all music does…
towards silence.
And each body a lion of courage… and something precious to the earth.
When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement.
That I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular… Thank you.
and real.
When it’s over…
I don’t want to find myself sighing.
And frightened… or full of argument. I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.