If a tree falls on a mime in the forest, does he make a sound? -Chinese proverb Some say art reflects life; others say the reverse. The mime says nothing. He leads his audience to unexplored dimensions with the flick of a wrist; he devours worlds in the licking of his lips. But entropy is God's only law-the light burns out. Like a bat drawn to a bonfire, the mime succumbs to the majesty of immolation, and disappears shrieking into endless night. Alas, what has become of me? Where shall wisdom be found? Hasendorf, our great teacher, was caught stealing bread and died of shame in prison. Pendershaft had himself committed; Cree-Remy enrolled in embalming school; Higgins lost faith; Sanders was manacled with his own invisible cuffs (he cannot remember where he put the key); Shiggles became a priest; Hapsburg converted to charade. I am a tired old man.