Every Artist Is An Unhappy

Socrates Wrote Nothing. Christ Wrote Nothing.

... A Less Than Perfect Meddling In The Spiritual World Can Breed Monsters For Other People.

The Theatre Is A Tragic Place, Full Of Endings And Partings And Heartbreak.

We Must Live By The Light Of Our Own Self-satisfaction, Through That Secret Vital Busy Inwardness Which Is Even More Remarkable Than Our Reason.

There Is No Beyond, There Is Only Here, The Infinitely Small, Infinitely Great And Utterly Demanding Present.