A Master and an Apprentice writer meet.
The Apprentice tells the Master, "I haven't decided on my script's ending yet."
"How come?" the Master asks.
"Because I don't want to kill anyone," replies the Apprentice.
"Somebody has to die to create drama. Humans love drama," urges the Master.
"But I love my characters. I don't want any of them to die," the Apprentice complains.
The Master looks at him.
"You have to. It's the only way to create drama. Humans are dramatic creatures. We want to weep. We want to cry. We are angry. We want to scream. We want to laugh. We want to love. We want to feel good. We are bound to tragedy. It's inevitable," he insists.
The Apprentice looks down at the script and utters: "Oh. I see."
The Apprentice tells the Master, "I haven't decided on my script's ending yet."
"How come?" the Master asks.
"Because I don't want to kill anyone," replies the Apprentice.
"Somebody has to die to create drama. Humans love drama," urges the Master.
"But I love my characters. I don't want any of them to die," the Apprentice complains.
The Master looks at him.
"You have to. It's the only way to create drama. Humans are dramatic creatures. We want to weep. We want to cry. We are angry. We want to scream. We want to laugh. We want to love. We want to feel good. We are bound to tragedy. It's inevitable," he insists.
The Apprentice looks down at the script and utters: "Oh. I see."