No, in Hell there’s real danger. Of losing your mind.
Being human is not easy to handle. With all the suffering and tears or even with all the joys. None of them are easy to bear alone. Some burdens are so heavy that make the one carrying them kneel down before even seeing the top of Golgota. And all this is happening under the hungry eyes of a large audience standing and watching your way
up down. They would either walk away hoping it will never happen to them or fear that they will inevitably follow the same path. Some would only point at you pretending to figure out causes, reasons or explanations.
Moreover, it is difficult to be an actor. It is hard to spend your life making huge efforts to be somebody else but yourself and also be damn good at it! So good that not even you can distinguish what is real and what is not. It is hard to laugh and cry when it is not in your nature to do so at that moment. It is hard to trade your peace for the flashes and the dear ones for those who only look for what you have to offer.
I had a favorite actor and I thought he would live forever. His spirit surely seemed that he might! Now I realize I only saw the masks of a Man. And I adored them all. Both when I laughed with Mrs Doubtfire or Patch Adams and when I cried with Chris Nielsen. I had no idea that under these masks there was a stormy live and an extremely lonely man crying softly. It is funny though how I always thought his smile was quite sad.
I still have my favorite actor, the same one. That is because I have rarely met a person with a thousand faces to fit them all so well and because I can still hear the sound of his voice from the animated movies. With Robin Williams it is all about intensity, improvisation and talent.
May his soul find peace…As it will be silence and dawn for a while…
Hunter Patch Adams: [standing on the edge of a cliff contemplating suicide. He talks to God… ] So what now, huh? What do you want from me?
Hunter Patch Adams: [looks down over cliff, a rock tumbles off] Yeah, I could do it. We both know you wouldn’t stop me. So answer me please. Tell me what you’re doing. Okay, let’s look at the logic. You create man. Man suffers enormous amounts of pain. Man dies. Maybe you should have had just a few more brainstorming sessions prior to creation. You rested on the seventh day. Maybe you should’ve spent that day on compassion.