A bare room, lit by one light bulb. The walls are blank except for a Les Miserables poster. There is one ratty chair.that is most powerful which remains unknownexcept unto you, and you alonethere are secrets that slumber behind these eyesand I stand by my secrets, my truths, and my liesthere are secrets that soar where the eagle fliesabove man's truths, and beyond his liesthere are secrets that slither with snakes in the nightcoiled in shadows, far distant from lightthere are secrets that confront you in the mid-day sunyet remain unknown to everyonea secret burns bright while its law is obeyedbut is doomed to fade when that law is betrayedfor that is most powerful which remains unknownexcept unto you, and to you alone