A Play in Three Acts
by Swami Kriyananda (J. Donald Walters)
There exists somewhere, perhaps in the middle of the great Atlantic Ocean, a fairly large island. It lies far away from any continent, and few know of its existence. It may even exist in another dimension, or in some alternate universe. Crystal Island, this little-known place is called. It is a haven of peace and beauty. In certain respects it resembles lands we all know, but in others it is unlike any place on earth. For though its residents are like you and me•申just people, that is to say•申they distinguish themselves from one another in ways that the countries of Earth only pretend to do. They exaggerate national characteristics that, in the world we know, are seldom clearly defined (which is why our boasting of Yankee ingenuity and German genius is so clearly a pretense). And many of them take excessive pride in the outer garbs they wear.
There are five clans on Crystal Island. Each is noted for some special talent, as are many nations of our world. Each clan wears a special color, too, as we ourselves wear different-colored skins. The colors also emphasize the concept, clannishness.
There is Clan Emerald, which specializes in dance. Emerald clan members dress in green. They try•申not always with success! •申to be graceful in their movements, to dance•申some of them only sort of! •申and to express in movement the characteristics humanity everywhere possesses: from gaiety to flowing beauty; from pomposity to arrogance. For, you see, despite their limited interests these are all just people•申like you and me.
There is Clan Topaz. Topaz specializes in song, and its members dress, as their name suggests, in yellow. Topaz members concentrate all the variety of human beings in vocal expression. Some of them do it well. Others•申well, not so well. They are simply people, after all.
There is Clan Azur, which specializes in poetry. Azur dresses in blue. The members of Clan Azur try their best•申it•申s a cultural thing with them•申to speak poetically.
There is Clan Ruby, which specializes in merriment, and dresses in red. These •申Rubies•申 enjoy humor, tell jokes, and laugh a lot. Of course, human nature being what it is, there are many kinds of humor depending on a person•申s nature•申from kindly laughter to jeering mockery and cutting sarcasm.
Finally, there is Clan Amethyst, whose members•申 predilection is for philosophy. They wear the color purple. Their philosophizing displays, again, the wide variety of human nature: from a deep desire to know truth to mere guile; from clever rationalizations to the clumsiest self-justification.
As you can see, no clan is perfect in itself. In fact, you and I know that these qualities need to be combined for human perfection to be attained, and the colors intertwined for appreciation of humanity•申s full potential. But the clans have yet to learn this lesson. Many of their members pride themselves, as those in the world we know do, on their own characteristics. Each clan, of course, tends to view itself as the best clan of all.
This play brings correction to that narrowness of vision in the way that fate itself often brings lessons to us all.
The action takes place at the end of a long war. Some time ago, Clan Azur invaded Clan Topaz. The other three clans, recognizing the invasion as a threat to their own safety, too, joined Clan Topaz against the invader. At last, the allies were victorious. Clan Azur was defeated.
The plot of our play concerns a proposal, made after the hostilities, to establish a lasting peace. The proposal takes the form of a Peace Treaty. (Isn•申t that how so many nations try to settle these matters?)
Alas, pride, vengefulness, selfishness, and all the dreary catalogue of human failings intervene to prevent genuine acceptance of this noble proposal. At last, another solution is found: one that all of us might do well to seek for ourselves, in our own lives.