The theatrical work is a chaotic astral body, meteoric in space. It does not seek to be useful or utilitarian, nor topical, it is not a denunciation, it does not suggest solutions to social problems, it does not answer educational questions, it is not obliged to defend the (supposed) visible reality; it moves with a motion generated by its own mass, it does not copy nature, it does not photograph the (supposed) everyday life. And when it happens to rise to the level of a work of art, it is competent and capable of provoking the Great Conflict and, as a supernormal, leading to Ecstasy (Longinos: for it does not persuade the listeners but leads them to ecstasy), it justifies and hymns the existence of Man and, unintentionally, becomes a commentator and judge of his time.