And Then There Were None : A Mylot Experience

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No, this won't be one of the stories I seldom write. Though I suppose you could say this is a discussion about the "casting" sheet, in a manner of speaking. Before I begin, "And Then There Were None" is a book by Agatha Christie. It is about a group of people who were summoned to a home that is on an island off of the coast of Britain. The people arrive and take on differing roles. It quickly becomes apparent that each person while being very different, each have a secret that binds them together. They end up in a situation that is very much "Every Man for Himself." I began to think of what it might be like if we were all on an island, in a big beautiful house, but stranded together. I believe we would each take on roles much like the people in the book. We might come together at the beginning, striking bonds and establishing "cliques" so to speak. However, as time progresses and the food rations become less, we would begin to strike out against one another. It actually happens now, though not to that drastic of a degree. We do form "cliques" with other mylotters. Perhaps intentionally, perhaps not. We are all different though, and have different opinions on every day topics that come to pass here. One such topic that becomes a constant is that of the guidelines. It seems that several of us, on a daily basis, task ourselves with approaching the newcomers and attempting to right their wrongs. In the setting of the island, it would be like us on top of the hill, looking down at approaching visitors, and condeming them as they approach. I could imagine a small group of us standing above and shouting out directions. "That skirt is too short! You really need to change it." or "That belt (links) isn't allowed! Take it off at once!" To those newcomers it appears as if we are condeming them before we've had a chance to meet them. To us on the hill, we are constructively (although perhaps aggresively at times) criticising them. Which side is right? Which side is wrong? When does it become apparent that we are all "trapped" on this island, and there is nothing we can do for it but "fall in line." Unlike the movie, there will never be a time where the only two remaining are the "most correct" ones. We might struggle, trying to find the "culprit", but where one "culrpit" is vanquished, another appears. What then do we do? *Forgive my waxing poetic* ---