The striper, pilgrim, hermit and acrobat at the cave square, into the dark and under the open sky...
The dramatic conflict about sophistication is that, while it creates a great field of internal empathy, it will simultaneously create an immense space of outward antipathy (equilibration and attrition); Giant hula hoops where one fits in; So, in this lump of friction, excellence happens and comes, and not suffering as the stupid audience says, as the main spring of a very specific type of published isolation (because interface is not only boundary, but a frontier as an announced and protuberant movement)... because love will be everything, amid the applauses, and never, only a silly opportunity...
