Here, we have an eighty-one-year-old actor whose sharp memory and physical capabilities have begun to diminish. Out of necessity, he creates a stage beneath the proscenium arch of his brow and behind his eyes, on which he lives, acts, writes, paints, and makes love. Here, we have an intermingling of autobiography and metaphysical fiction. He thinks of this ability as something akin to quantum entanglement, meaning a non-local connection. Accuse him...