I Myself Am An Absolute Abyss.

The Actor Is Merely A Crude Empiricist, A Practitioner Guided By Vague Instinct.

Like All Magic Cultures Expressed By Appropriate Hieroglyphs, The True Theater Has Its Shadows Too, And, Of All Languages And All Arts, The Theater Is The Only One Left Whose Shadows Have Shattered Their Limitations.

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.

Not Once More Will/i Be Found With Beings/who Swallowed The Rail Of Life//and One Day I Found Myself With Beings/who Swallowed The Nail Of Life/-as Soon As I Lost My Matrix Mamma,//and The Being Twisted Under Him,/and God Poured Me Back To Her/(the Motherfucker).

A Real Theatrical Experience Shakes The Calm Of The Senses, Liberates The Compressed Unconscious And Drives Towards A Kind Of Potential Revolt . . .