Acts of Indivisibility ( half sisters sitting on the edge of an empty theatre ) Libby: Are we the angels? Fanny: (Sewing wings for the swan) Only if you trust that which you don't know. Libby: But we humans hate ourselves. Fanny: Only the very few trustworthy who dare to wholeheartedly be in love will . . . Libby: (interrupting) I just want to be happy Fanny: Ah happiness ... I have heard, meditate on the difference between the Important and the Essential, you will learn something secret. Libby: I feel I carry the rhythms in my face and hands. Fanny: Hold here tight. Gather up all the loose bits of memories and press into new form. Libby: (struggling & lets the fabric drop) Fanny: The sun begins in the night and ends in the middle of my spine. Libby: And the moon always seems to float wherever she wishes drifting witho