On the stage where authority performs as truth, only the silent scribe and the voiceless chorus preserve order.

All that is commonplace was once the lonely work of minds the world could not understand.

To step into the truly new is to walk beneath a constant shadow of doubt.

I seek not the fruit, but the fertile genesis from which method arises.

Yet another ovation for the theatre of borrowed convictions. If words alone could mend the world, silence would have no work left to do.