Humanity is the grand audience of its own performance. Each of us has a strategic place in "The Play Of Life" acting our role particular to ourselves. At once, the dawn of the first opening and the close of another act. Sometimes there's no applause, sometimes we laugh, most times we cry, sometimes one sits too far in the back row to see or hear clearly, but there will always be critics and directors and dressmakers and line specialists to help one enunciate and perform. Yet it's when the stages are empty; when the architects and politicians, sociologists and economists, scientists and engineers are busying themselves setting up the stage for the next act, this is when we see it: the eerie beauty and the poetic terror of the Stage-- an ominous shadow of the human soul, never completely dark, never completely light, always in a state of becoming.
We all live in this Global Theater. If Artaud is right in saying that the human body is immortal and that the theater offers the body transformation and memory (in which this process re-acquaints us to the drama of Life, letting us know that Life will always be the embodiment of its actors), then it's the theater, its fictions, myths, realities spanning the stages of Human existence reaffirming that ancient story, a story we have seen again and again: The Story Of You And Me.
