So why am I so utterly enthralled with theatre of the absurd?  I saw the play was showing - jumped on the occasion and last minute decided to go. 

I think I love it because I fall for it, every time, and then figure it out - I'm the perfect spectator...sort of like being the best person to plan a surprise for.  I inevitably become part of that audience that I feel the playwright wanted - I feel I could BE "the masses" the hours I watch Ionesco's plays. 

It all begins with a simple fact – the rediculity of a human becoming an animal, of a whole town becoming an animal.  Silly, funny, presumptious, ABSURD.  But then, everyone becomes a rhinoceros…even the most skeptic, and the logician grow horns, harden their skin, snort and run...the stampede grows destructive.  Until beauty, thought, logic, value, morals - everything is defined by THEM. 

Humm.... I walked out of the play with the sting of that slap in my face and a million questions: who defines "being human"?