Every Reiteration Of The Idea That Nothing

Here's What Happens In A Play. You Get Involved In A Situation Where Something Is Unbalanced. If Nothing's Unbalanced, There's No Reason To Have A Play. If Hamlet Comes Home From School, And His Dad's Not Dead And Asks Him If He's Had A Good Time, It's Boring. But If Something's Unbalanced, It Must Be Returned To Order.

The Most Charming Of Theories Holds That Someone Other Than Shakespeare Wrote Shakespeare's Plays -- That He Was Of Too Low A State, And Of Insufficient Education. But Where In The Wide History Of The World Do We Find Art Created By The Excessively Wealthy, Powerful, Or Educated?

We Cannot Live In Peace Without Law. And Though Law Cannot Be Perfect, It May Be Just If It Is Written In Ignorance Of The Identity Of The Claimants And Applied Equally To All. Then It Is A Possession Not Only Of The Claimants But Of The Society, Which May Now Base Its Actions Upon A Reasonable Assumption Of The Law?s Treatment.

All Fears Are One Fear. Just The Fear Of Death. And We Accept It, Then We Are At Peace.

If You're Neurotic And You Think, I'm Not Where I Deserve To Be Or My Mother Didn't Love Me, Or Blah, Blah, Blah, That Lie, That Neurotic Vision, Takes Over Your Life And You're Plagued By It 'til It's Cleansed. In A Play, At The End Of The Play, The Lie Is Revealed. [t]he Better The Play Is, The More Surprising And Inevitable The Lie Is, As Aristotle Told Us. Plays Are About Lies.