Yeats saw the clouds and cried. What have I done to deserve this ugliness for a lifetime. But he couldn’t take his foot off the pedal. You see those birds over there. They fly in a language no one speaks. It’s an enchanting language. Very easy to understand. Why do they sing that song? Or are they just old spirits looking for a place to expire. Who knows why the moon is the pupil and the dog comes to you. The audience is invited to approach the grandfather and ask him to sing a song with them. He hums and says : Hey. We’ll give you a taste of what we’ve been up to all day. All this forever. All this I.S.S NESS.