Nothing Is More Sterile Or

When The Storm Is Over And Night Falls And The Moon Is Out In All Its Glory And All You're Left With Is The Rhythm Of The Sea, Of The Waves, You Know What God Intended For The Human Race, You Know What Paradise Is.

The Speech We Hear Is An Indication Of That Which We Don't Hear. It Is A Necessary Avoidance, A Violent, Sly, And Anguished Or Mocking Smoke Screen Which Keeps The Other In Its True Place. When True Silence Falls We Are Left With Echo But Are Nearer Nakedness. One Way Of Looking At Speech Is To Say That It Is A Constant Stratagem To Cover Nakedness.

There Never Is Any Such Thing As One Truth To Be Found In Dramatic Art. There Are Many. These Truths Challenge Each Other, Recoil From Each Other, Reflect Each Other, Ignore Each Other, Tease Each Other, Are Blind To Each Other. Sometimes You Feel You Have The Truth Of A Moment In Your Hand, Then It Slips Through Your Fingers And Is Lost.

Don't Forget The Earth's About Five Thousand Million Years Old, At Least. Who Can Afford To Live In The Past?

I Know The Place. It Is True. Everything We Do Corrects The Space Between Death And Me And You.