The image of theatre is the vision of the space.
Envisioning the space changes the space, changes the one who envisioned it—the shifting of space and the shifting of the visionary.
The impulse is driven into and from the image.
The multiplicity of impulse; the multiplicity of desire; conflicting visions; finite maneuverings of infinity: paradox of the soul.
The space shapes the image and contours its character. The visionary encounters the character of image and transforms it into the body, into one movement.
The image is brief the character is lasting the space is still.
The body overcome cannot be overcome, cannot submit to the reckoning of the humble space—seeks instead control, hungers for the power from control.
Me, says power. Us, says the space.
Can the space rage? Can power whisper?
The rejection of character of the other collapses the image and the space is the power is the body is the control of others into the space.
Beauty is lost—its movement sanctioned, censored, hollowed.
Then, the visionary is the beauty of rage of being overcome into weakness her beautiful strength that infringes the space of power, blasphemes the space to save the space and power is still present and power is still controlling but the visionary undermines it by his overwhelmed soul and the space weakened by power becomes stronger in its weakness seeks the image again is stilled again by its entwining character.
And power is contended. And power fears the visionary.
The visionary fears too, but fear is her foundation, not his constant end.
No matter how much control power has, it will always be lost, always say it is found.
You, visionary: blind; you, visionary: fear; you, visionary: courage; you visionary; rage; you visionary: metaphor incarnate—the implicit expressed illicitly.