A scene opens with Julie and some olde friends talking about various subjects. Including, but not limited to, the many ways of jealousy.

Julie: If jealousy were alive, I'd depict her as having the river Styx as her main blood vessel, and all the other arteries are the other rivers that intersecting the river Styx.

Marlowe: Oh, but she's more fair than the air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

Julie: What I could never understand is why? Weren't you afraid of God's anger?

Marlowe: I count religion as a childish toy, and hold that there is no sin but ignorance.

Julie: It's not religion so much, but you chose an obvious evil, based upon a religion-the antichrist worship. I well understand the many doubts regarding religion, but when proven, why choose evil?

Marlowe: I wanted glory, riches and fame. God was not going to give me these things.

Julie: Just another form of jealousy in the tempting state. It's an endless war in trying to resist the many forms of jealousy.

Pope: For what can war ever beget but another, and an endless war still breed?

Dante: It's a heat that cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from the eternal.

Julie: A ferocious heat when it burns your soul to cold ashes.

Gilmour: When you sold your soul for complete control, Marlowe, was it worth it?

Marlowe: No. Had I another chance, I'd never sell my soul. I desired material riches and a false love that was bought and sold accordingly. What good will it all do me in the next life before me now? O my soul, if only you could be changed into little water drops, and fall into the ocean, never to be found. Now do I face the wrath of God.

Pope: So you purchased pain with all that joy could give, and died of nothing but a rage to live.

Marlowe: Sadly, that's correct.

Tell me, Cat. You speak of your own hatred and contempt in the lyrics of Snow Covered Mountains. Wouldn't you also sell your soul to destroy those you hate?

Julie: No, Marlowe. It wasn't hatred for humans or anyone. It's a hatred against the destruction created, be it by man's hands or any other destructive creature. I hate no one. I long for a place away from all destruction, where no one is allowed entry who is capable, and will create, destruction in their wake. It's this that keeps me an outsider forever observing what others do.

Harrison: Such a pity how we break each others hearts, creating such pain.

Hayward: Poor Cat. Condemned to be a Melancholy Man on the outside looking in. Can no one share your burden?

Julie: No. Lonely it may be at tymes, but I've come to believe it's best to live on the outside after all. It's sure better than living with someone else's jealous streaks against you.

Lodge: In what way, Cat?

Julie: Like with another roommate, or your sister, you're in so me way better than them, or that's what they think. They'll never voice it, but their actions speak louder than words.

Oh yes, that's how jealousy reels you in. The penalty is very heavy when it comes tyme to pay the piper. In reality, jealousy is an ugly, smelly and rotting mistress. She's so well buried beneath mounds of riches and perfumes rarely does anyone recognize her hidden under the camouflage.

Spencer: Ah, but beauty is the bait which delight allures man to enlarge his kind.

Julie: You must remember that all that glitters is not gold, for gilded tombs do worms enfold.

Denver: It was jealousy that ended my two marriages. I was attracted to the beauty of others, and lust took over. I spent many a night sleeping alone. Jealousy is a mean teacher, very self destructive.

Pope: How well I remember the ruling passion, be it what it will, the ruling passions conquered reasons all.

Julie: You describe a life foreign to me, for I will never understand how lust can exist without the mental love.

Hayward: Why's that?

Julie: There's so little value upon morality and ethical standards that it's a capitol shame. It's as though no one knows or cares about their future any more. Let's live for today, there is no tomorrow.

Lodge: I have to agree with Cat. As a child of Rock and Roll, I know that in order to ask any question, you need to know what you're asking. Not such an easy task when you don't know where you're going.

Gilmour: The sad part is you're one more day closer to death, and all of a sudden ten years have got behind you.

Marlowe: Especially for the damned, oh that tyme would cease to run.

Julie: How true. Tyme is cruel in that way. I've known many a fate worse than death as a result, making suicide a more attractive option. Especially when it's not possible to survive in a harsh society anymore.

Harrison: Sadly, that's the way it goes a lot of tymes.

Morrison: When all else fails and the music's over, there's nothing wrong with it.

Hayward: I have to disagree for the best has yet to come, and the future remains uncertain..

Julie: Says you who achieved worldly fame at a young age. You've never faced a fate worse than death.

Dante: Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes its names as it changes directions.

Gilmour: True, that's why we all have to change with it.

Dante: The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come. It's when fame gets the best of you that things become muddled. When I was famous I wept not, so to stone within I grew.

Denver: There's always plenty of gravel on the ground making some days diamonds and others as stones. It's when every day is becomes a heavier stone than the day before that you take the final step.

Shakespeare: Except the conscience tends to make cowards of us all, then turns away the hand from taking action.

Julie: I came within two hours of death by my own hands.

Lodge: What stopped you?

Julie: Tyme. I didn't want the coyotes to prey upon my body until it was guaranteed to be dead.

Denver: That was always a problem.

Marlowe: How means you?

Denver: Tyming. That's why the plane crash came in handy.

Julie: What do you mean, John?

Denver: If you only knew the things that I know.

I was faced with a fate worse than death for a second offense of drunk driving in my past. I was faced with jail tyme and a fining I couldn't get out of. When the plane crashed, I wasn't sorry about it.

Morrison: So was I faced with such a fate. Only I took a more obvious suicide. I mixed heroin and beer. It froze the central nervous system and killed me. A painless way to go.

Julie: So Jim, did you ever find what you were searching for?

Morrison: Yes, and I tried to come back after I broke on through to the other side.

Hayward: It's a sad world when there's no one to hold you. Especially when you just need to cry, isn't it? It's such a shame when everyone goes down on their knees.

Denver: Especially while in the deepest despair. How wonderful it becomes though when you can fly like an eagle.

Julie: You're right. It's not always possible and even then, it's not always enough. I know suicide to be a reflection of how bad society is, since it pushes us to such extremes. Having made so many unsuccessful attempts, I envy the success of others, although it won't kill me, for I will never allow envy to eat me alive.

Hayward: Please don't take your life on a starry starry night.

Pope: Justin's right. Anyway, hope springs eternal in the human breast; man never is, but should always be blest.

Julie: Except for one thing. A suicidal mind can't always control the next suicide it partakes of.

Gilmour: I'm sure it'd preferrable to being sent back to your mother in a cardboard box.

Julie: (Laughing) Always. When the pressures get too high, created by those who have become intolerable, we suicidal minded ones have no choice, and subconsciously we will try to take our own lives.

Shakespeare: Perchance it's a desire to dream forever.

Julie: The 'big sleep' you mean? Mayhap you're right. I do know that nothing eats the soul alive more effectively than jealousy, that controls all the negative emotions. It's also the emotion that made it intolerable to survive under certain conditions. Before jealousy takes control of my soul, I'll take my life in my hands as Vincent did his.

Marlowe: I wish I had your courage.

Shakespeare: Everyone may owe allegiance to their king, but every subject's soul is his own.

Dante: Sounds to me like you need to consider your breed; you were not made to live like beasts, but to follow virtue and knowledge.

Pope: After all, to err is human, to forgive, divine.

Julie: I agree, and we'd fail to exist if we stopped reproducing because of our lack of passion. It's the method that counts in the development of the soul.

Harrison: It's all up to what you value, Isn't it?

Julie: Exactly. Only when you can strip away the glitter and perfumes off of jealousy will you see the truth and the subtle manipulations of how jealousy controls your life.

Harrison: Everyone has a choice, and it's up to the individual whether they'll learn to control jealousy, or allow jealousy to control them instead.

Spencer: Even so, I have found that it is the mind that maketh good or ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.

Julie: That used to be true, not always is that true in this harsh society.

Lodge: We tend to take from the earth for free, and money we have to make to pay for this liberty.

Morrison: Yes, and we're in some very strange days. People are getting more strange as tyme goes by.

Gilmour: Not all of us are a golden child.

Harrison: However, in most cases it's you that decides, even now.

Marlowe: Nature that framed us of four elements, within our breasts for regiments, doth teach us all to have aspiring minds. It's the mind that will make or break you.

Julie: I have to agree with Einstein who said that imagination is more important than knowledge. Without the imagination, you'd have no memory, no way to connect one thing to another.

Shakespeare: Just as the lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of the imagination all compact. Then the poet while in a frenzy takes up his pen. As his imagination bodies forth those thing unknown, the poet turns them into shapes, giving the airy nothing a local habitation and a name.

Julie: An impossible event unless you have music within your soul, and a primary musician above all others who stirs you into action. Not so easy, even then.

Hayward: It takes a lot of discipline. As a musician of over thirty years, I know it well.

Shakespeare: A man with music in his soul. That's good. I know that the man that hath no music in his soul, nor is moved with concord of such sweet sounds is fit for stratagems, and spoils. Never let such a man be trusted.

Morrison: Music is your special friend, after all.

Julie: It's refreshing to know that someone else maintains such moral standards as myself. Alas, there are too few left today.

Hayward: It's a very sad world we live in today.

Pope: An honest man's the noblest work of God, I have no doubt.

Julie: So rare and hard to find any more.

Gilmour: Is there no way out of here?

Julie: Of course there is.

Morrison: Don't forget to turn out the lights.

Heather J. Kintyre

I was challenged at the tyme I wrote this. It was simply an experiment to see if I could combine some songwriters with book writers of olde. I tried to capture the personalities, giving a possible similar answer. I make no claim to any accuracy's. Every word is simply from a dream I once had over a score and a half ago...