a magnificent chamber meets his eye
Memory...the magnificent, all-consuming taunt and fount of memory.
For is that not what drives us all, within the flow? The wish to reminisce, and remake the same tract of intangible, inexorable, irrevocable fond experiences over, and over, and over again?
It is where we wish to remain. In our mind, in our memory, in that endless eye, always watching, always free of the compulsion to choose.
The theater - the theatre - is a place where choices need not be made. The script has already been written, and those performing will proceed.
Those viewing may simply sit and spectatorially philosophize...forever.