Søren or Holden on a Roof

(Blog Parable) You are born in a theater and have never been outside.

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You are born in a theater and have never been outside. The building is condemned, but not to you, because as far as you’re concerned, home is like all buildings are supposed to be: the walls are cracked; the roof leaks; mold expands in the corners. You have never seen the signs outside the entrance that warn about danger, and even if you had, the ink wore off years ago.

You sit in a theater with a thousand children in cushioned seats. You are watching a very enjoyable movie on a giant screen. Buster Keating lights a lantern in the bright morning hours and loses his mind for a laughing crowd. He even sings. You eat more popcorn. Even if you could read the signs outside, you would think they were a prank.

There is an exit below on the bottom floor. An attendant named Jacques stands there to open the door for whoever would like to leave. A teenager approaches, and Jacques tells them what is on the other side. The teenager sits down on the floor, closes his eyes, and imagines what Jacques describes. It would have taken years to see what Jacques relays in minutes.

From the seat next to you, your friend Søren tugs on your arm. You look at him. He tells you that there is a way to the roof. You never knew there was a roof. He stands up from his chair and leaves the theater. You go back to watching the movie but are distracted by the idea of there being a staircase. You are unhappy. You shake your head and follow Søren. It won’t take but a minute to address your curiosity, silence your brain, and go back to enjoying Keating.

Søren is waiting for you in the hall, deadly serious. He takes your hand and leads you through a door you always looked at but never thought to open. Why didn’t you? You puzzle yourself. You ascend a staircase. At the top, Søren pushes the door open and you step onto a roof. The door suddenly closes. Søren is gone. The door is locked.

The sun is bright. You feel pain because of the dazzle and glitter and cannot discern objects. Your eyes adjust. You can make out the edge of a roof; you cannot see much else but hazy shapes. You approach the edge and look for a ladder. You do not see one. You can jump. You have never been high off the ground. You do not know how gravity works. You have always been inside.

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Question: Should Holden Caulfield appear somewhere?

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