WOMAN1 painted a Rorschach on my bandages. What fortune do you read in drying blood. WOMAN2 The empty husk or a caterpillar. WOMAN1 My scars form a map--the trail I carved toward my daighter's birthday. Can you follow? WOMAN2 I have been blurting out my mother's favorite hymns when I am alone. WOMAN1 What does the morse code of your heart spell? WOMAN2 We are all creatures of thought and energy: eternal in our own divine light.