no vowels

Two nights ago I had a dream.  I had written a play without vowels.  Each performance, the cast would decide what to say, not knowing, of course, how the other characters might respond.  "Lvd," for example, might morph into "loved," "lived," or "livid."  Comedy, tragedy, or simple confusion might result.

Some of you might know that Biblical Hebrew was once such a vowel-free language, before the spoilsport scholars added their jots and tittles, morphing divine ambiguity into human certitude.  As the history of religion has proven, there's neither fun nor safety in that.

Rich's adventure in Tumorland is, perhaps, the source of my dream.  I'm following him into a land where the jots and tittles are missing, and this leaves lots of wriggle room.  Too much, sometimes.  For how long will the surgery still the tumor?  Is another round of Sutent worth the discomfort and risks?  Will the "new normal" be better than the old?

Improv -- here we come!

Candace