Sleep Is Your Friend. Dreams Are Your

Maybe A New Religion Will Rise Now. Maybe Without It, Man Will Crumble In Cynicism And Selfishness Because He Really Needs His Gods.

Don't You See? It Is A New Age. It Requires A New Evil. And I Am That New Evil.

We Breathe The Light, We Breathe The Music, We Breathe The Moment As It Passes Through Us.

Old Truths And Ancient Magic, Revolution And Invention, All Conspire To Distract Us From The Passion That In One Way Or Another Defeats Us All.

Something In Me Was Responding Now As The Audience Responded, Not In Fear, But In Some Human Way, To The Magic Of That Fragile Painted Set, The Mystery Of The Lighted World There.