We Do Not Die Because

Actors Are Athletes Of The Heart.

Cruelty In The Theatre Is Unrelenting Decisiveness, Diligence, Strictness.

I Destroy Because For Me Everything That Proceeds From Reason Is Untrustworthy. I Believe Only In The Evidence Of What Stirs My Marrow, Not In The Evidence Of What Addresses Itself To My Reason. I Have Found Levels In The Realm Of The Nerve. I Now Feel Capable Of Evaluating The Evidence. There Is For Me An Evidence In The Realm Of Pure Flesh Which Has Nothing To Do With The Evidence Of Reason. The Eternal Conflict Between Reason And The Heart Is Decided In My Very Flesh, But In My Flesh Irrigated By Nerves.

But How Is One To Make A Scientist Understand That There Is Something Unalterably Deranged About Differential Calculus, Quantum Theory, Or The Obscene And So Inanely Liturgical Ordeals Of The Precession Of The Equinoxes.

Leave The Caves Of Being. Come. The Mind Breathes Outside The Mind. The Time Has Come To Abandon Your Lodgings. Surrender To The Universal Thought. The Marvelous Is At The Root Of The Mind.