There is a difference between entertainment and drama. Entertainment and scenarios that involve persons that are trying to convince those who witness them that their is a measure, great or small, within how they present themselves. Drama though it might be a key element in this can also be said to explain the combination of actions and reactions that embody the experience of life with both individuals and their interplay among themselves. When you live within a large expansive social unit that seems to exhaust your imagination with its unfathomable boundaries you become its inmate. A fully-consumed daisy that flies almost without substance in the wind with the hope of the renewal of life in the circumstances of where you might land. The trouble is that you might land in basically the same old place or probably worse? That transition from inception to conclusion forming the complete tale most times referred to as a human life.
Wherein entertainment the audience expects to see the characters revived in a sequel or a star based vehicle that continues a repeat of essentially the same elements of the initial drama, life in the two-legged human sense of same does not. You get pushed into the dance int he arms of whomever and you get your your chance, fail or flop, and hope that luck and happenstance are waiting in the wings. When you’re young and protected any acknowledgement of this outlook seems both dour and absurd! But as the experience of your existence within this conglomerate progresses pieces are chipped off like some ancient Greek statue long rescued from the rubble of ages past. Even in the most favorable cases where the few that seek to understand the impossibility of those times that only you could claim knowledge of the replacement of the loss of an alabaster arm or nose or head is futile. You remain on display safely sequestered from the world as it has evolved in the interim from that time that you lost track. And all of what once seemed normal was laid to rest beneath the dust.
The appreciation of truth and science are but fictions argued by those who wish to cling to something that in the present tense is still considered solid. The idea that at some point in the future close to your mortal end that you will still be able to comb your own hair or tie your shoe laces unaided. That in some way you have not lost your ability to be acknowledged by the fishbowl around you without the other younger members of your Picesian genus picking apart the best parts of what remains of what you personally ascribe as your better parts and then letting the remainder continue to fall to rot and be consumed by he passage of that abstract known as time. Though you personally may live in the eternal present all others can only see the shift that calls into mind a dwindling lack of future being pushed forward by a sluggish decelerating caterpillar inching forth a very ancient past. As far as you have traveled in a lifetime you are forever back where you started.