Life does not move forward on one single pathway.

The whole manifoldness of parallel currents with their endless interconnections is the true substance of our understanding.

It may be the task of a particular art to force all into one steady development between the walls of one room, but every letter and every telephone call to the room remind us even then that other developments with other settings are proceeding in the same instant.

The soul longs for this whole interplay, and the richer it is in contrasts, the more satisfaction may be drawn from our simultaneous presence in many quarters.

The photoplay alone gives us our chance for such omnipresence.