The Harlequin as Witness

Of course I rarely spoke, but not because I was forbidden to do so. Shakespeare has a wonderful phrase as such that the Fool who is not, says “Speak less than though knowest… and thou shall have more.”

So, taking advice from a dead man who had little of his own original ideas, I speak minimally to learn and conquer.

This is but the court of children; mere children who have formed their own hierarchy. Fortunately, they think it is I that is emotionally deformed.

I speak little, dance most passionately and cry with greatest anguish even if I do not know the happenings around me. at least that is what they think.

I listen and I hear all, and through the slits of my black mask, I see a blurred version of what is to be, what can be.