Play Is Experimenting With Chance.

In Cheerful Souls There Is No Wit. Wit Shows A Disturbance Of The Equipoise.

In A Work Of Art, Chaos Must Shimmer Through The Veil Of Order.

The Poem Of The Understanding Is Philosophy.

A Character Is A Completely Fashioned Will.

I Was Still Blind, But Twinkling Stars Did Dance Throughout My Being's Limitless Expanse, Nothing Had Yet Drawn Close, Only At Distant Stages I Found Myself, A Mere Suggestion Sensed In Past And Future Ages.