"knowledge" Two very dirty high school kids are pressed against lockers One is going down on the other Girl, supersaturated, looks out her kitchen window A man is unearthing something from her front garden She goes out and watches him. He gazes at her, intensely, as he digs, and digs, and digs. Finally, he looks down into the whole. She looks down with him. They gaze, and gaze, and gaze. A woman, extended half out of the bathroom, she is gripping the sides of the door jamb, half in orgasm. She is sweating heavily. Droplets drip from her hair and face, in slow motion. Another man, as the camera pulls back, is revealed sitting on the bed, watching. A woman, in her thirties, is sitting in a cafe with a man who looks like he got run over by a truck earlier that day. woman: Inside, you know, things are different. There's more and more in there. And I'm not sure I want to stay there. man: (spittering/sputtering slightly): You don't know anything. woman: No. man: I was sucking this guy off the other day, and . . . man: You mean, giving him knowledge. woman: No, I mean . . . man: And taking it. Knowledge. woman: (slightly confused now) Yes. Yes, but I wasn't me while I was doing it man: Stop fooling yourself woman: It's not like it was somebody else, but whatever I am, that wasn't what was happening. I wasn't happening. I was something else, happening. man: You mean the knowledge was not you woman: Yes. The knowledge wasn't me. Not even that I lost myself in the knowledge. But that that sexual knowledge, was part of some deeper knowledge, a knowledge that . . obliterated me. man: AIt doesn't have to obliterate you [ we intercut now to the sweat-droplets from the woman] man: It is larger than you but not more than you, and you are part of it. You are part of its detail, its religion, its fealty to physics and anatomy woman: Fealty? man: Sexual knowledge. You know your body and the body of your lover, you give fealty to both of your needs, but also to the presence which is greater than both of you? woman: You're telling me that sex is god now, like some kind of zen initiation? man: Sex is not god. This is not about god. It's about fucking. About dancing the great and terrible faint into awareness. woman: You're so full of shit.