Breaking through the fourth wall, that invisible barrier, is similar in concept to what is required in my own life to the degree that I think I “know” and observe all that I experience. It is not enough to sit back and simply identify with (in this sense: “to know”or “to see”) what I see—as if through a one-way mirror. It is not enough! I am integral to the story, I am a part, I am as necessary for its existence and its future as the story itself. Because of the very nature of who I am, I too readily walk away from the story, claiming it was “out there;” in varying degrees relieved, saddened, and oblivious—believing it was neither “created for me, through me, nor by me.” I, the audience, unable to move—unable to utter a sound, reject life. Unwilling and unable to break though the invisible wall to the story right in front of me.