The PLAYERS: Sextus Empiricus Ludwig Wittgenstein Duns Scotus A boy PROPS: A whip. A star. A parchment. The SCENE: A lonely road. The Three Wise Men enter DS: Where are we going? ... [pause].... We do know where we’re going, don’t we? SE: (annoyed) I don’t know. DS: You don’t know what? SE: (more annoyed) If we know whether we know where we’re going. DS: From which it follows that we don’t know where we are going. From which it follows that I don’t know where I’m going. But: AXIOM! A man cannot be said to be going if there is nowhere he goes to . From which it follows that I am not going. QED. Not going! [sits] LW: (cuts in) Ah! Duns! That is the very form of our problem! We don’t know our way about! DS: No! (gets up; pokes LW) Your problem, not mine. I’m not going, ergo the question does not arise of where .... SE: (exasperated). Oh for God’s sake Duns, do you never stop with the logic-chopping? And anyway we do know where we’re going, we just don’t know where that is. We go to fawn...