March 28th, 1902
"The unsolved mysteries of the cirque are whimsical and seductive. They are like unnamed islands hidden in the black spaces of old maps, like dark shapes glimpsed descending the far wall of a chaos into the abyss. They draw us forward and stir strange apprehensions. The unknown and prodigious are drugs to the unfed imagination, stirring insatiable hunger with a single taste. In our hearts we hope we will never discover everything. We pray there will always be another world to discover, that we always wander in darkness, awaiting the light of these mysteries to guide us onward. The cirque in its secrecy is one of the last reserves on earth of that timeless dream."
Text by Lucie MacAulay
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