“Walking puppeteer” – Blessed are the puppets on whose wooden heads the false heaven is preserved without tears! No anguished confusion, no restraint, no shadow, no pity; nothing! And they can wait bravely, and rejoice in their play, and love, and hold themselves in esteem and esteem, without ever feeling giddiness or vertigo, for for their stature and their actions the sky is a proportionate roof.
(Luigi Pirandello)