act two: scene two also to be known as "connected"

an empty room, only a shadow of a light brings to view the silhouette of a chair off to one side, also empty.

suddenly, someone is sitting in the chair. the room is bright, white.
sitting on the chair is jacob.
he begins to speak, quietly at first, but as time draws on he seems to believe what he is saying, and so speaks with greater tempo and volume.

jacob:
we're connected to everything now. somehow i came to a clip on youtube once about the ten dimensions we can understand, well, someone can understand. everything was connected. everything keeps moving on, time, space, eternity, all moving but we can only see our tile of it.

then i was getting ready to write some letters, some christmas letters. perfect time to listen to some music. i couldn't think of who to write to. more importantly i couldn't think of who not to write to. i didn't even put on christmas music.

then rage against the machine popped up. i like the song. it was a live version. when i heard it i thought about everything again.

we're all connected.

we have it all at our fingertips now, and it's only drawing closer to our hearts, up our sleeves, soaking our shirts. music, times, people, from all over. rage, barry manilow, some random rap music, christians, muslims, country, people from all over the world, and that's just in my itunes. and that's just in my head.

so i think of this and (and my mind wanders more often than not. i hate it when i try to pray sometimes and realized i quit praying three minutes ago and started thinking about squirrels and/or candy wrappers.) and my mind drifts to how we are all connected, but we are still so far apart. it does not make any sense.

so what do i do? i set myself to change the world.

light flicks off. jacob's outline looks up, surprised by the end of the scene.