Artists like questions. They intrigue us. Actors often search for the mystery of a character, and when they touch upon it, they handle it with great care, cautious not to unravel it too quickly, holding their breath as they penetrate the darkness, tingling with excitement, not knowing what they will find. For the actor, its not about the answer, its about the question. For essentially, it is what we are: question-askers. As artists, we sympathize, we empathize, we dare not moralize, but we compulsively synthesize the world around us, and if we’re very quiet, we can behold its naked form. A mirror is broken. The curtain opens. We breathe it in and smile. And then the questions begin.