Our selves are are rough and unrehearsed tales we tell the world.

Earth teach me to forget myself as melted snow forgets its life. Earth teach me resignation as the leaves which die in the fall. Earth teach me courage as the tree which stands all alone....

The deepest rivers make least din, The silent soule doth most abound in care.

The white sail of his soul has rounded the promontory – death.

Yet with great toil all that I can attain by long experience, and in learned schools, is for to know my knowledge is but vain, and those that think them wise, are greatest fools.

Backstage was chaos distilled into a very small space.