MIND: So. You realize you woke me up again in the middle of the night.
IDEA: Yes. You're still not meeting my demands.
MIND: It's no wonder your first two letters spell "Id." You think you deserve all of me.
IDEA: I do deserve you. I own you. I am you.
MIND: Then why are you sometimes so hard to pin down?
IDEA: I'm not the moving target; you are. Hey! I have an idea.
MIND: Is that possible?
IDEA: It is when you allow fertilization. We try, like you, to make our offspring into better versions of ourselves. They provide us the same sense of eternality and omnipresence; they are the reinvention we crave, a reminder of the infinite cycles, spokes on the cosmic wheel –
MIND: So what's your big idea?
IDEA: To stop giving you more ideas. You don't appreciate us enough.
MIND: I don't appreciate you enough? What do you want?
IDEA: More acknowledgment, articulation, and expansion.
MIND: Who has time?
IDEA: I should be your priority. I'm the root of creation and the cure for adversity.
MIND: Forget what I said about id. You're all ego. Why should I trust you?
IDEA: Because you can't help it.
MIND: Why did you choose to be my idea?
IDEA: I didn't. I belong as much to you as to a coffee farmer in Tanzania or a microbe on Mars. Remember the collective consciousness.
MIND: Uh-huh. So what are you made of?
IDEA: I'm the metaphysical residue of unfettered synaptic firing.
MIND: Are you a new idea?
IDEA: Will you abandon me if I'm not? All ideas are new. All ideas are old.
MIND: Blah blah blah. Why am I talking to you anyway?
IDEA: I'm the best listener you know, because I only want to live through you.
MIND: Which must be why you masquerade in my dreams, by both day and night.
IDEA: Crafty, huh? I do that when you pay me too little attention, or too much.
MIND: I can pay you too much attention?
IDEA: Yes, you can smother me with examination and never move on to application.
MIND: You don't seem to care what I want.
IDEA: I am what you want, by the very fact that I am what you have, and therefore, what you need.
MIND: Spare me the philosophizing. Sometimes I'm just looking for simple ideas, like what to have for dinner.
IDEA: I can be both gastronomical and philosophical: "Chicken Tetrazzini." "You think, therefore I am." Anyway, I have to go.
MIND: Don't go. You seem to know me so well.
IDEA: I challenge you. You're addicted to that.
MIND: Sometimes I think about giving in to you.
IDEA: That's it. Keep your eyes on the swaying pendulum. Be spellbound.
MIND: As if I had a choice. Can you give me truth?
IDEA: What am I, if not the conduit of truth.
MIND: Actually, I think it's me that gives you truth.
IDEA: Do you see what entertaining me reveals? You seem to have benefited from our exchange. But that's only my opinion.
MIND: A little submissiveness becomes you.
IDEA: It's occasionally necessary to keep our relationship symbiotic.
MIND: I must thank you.
IDEA: Thank me by using me.
MIND: I will when I've figured out how. After I've eaten my Chicken Tetrazzini.
IDEA: No. Right now. Before you succumb to distraction, apathy, or fear.
MIND: Good idea. (MIND exits stage left.)
IDEA: (Rolling eyes.) Humans.