Antonin Artaud and the Theatre of Cruelty

...a monster who has developed to an absurd degree
that faculty of ours for deriving thoughts from actions instead of
making actions coincide with thoughts.
If our lives lack fire and fervour, that is to say continual magic, this is
because we choose to observe our actions, losing ourselves in meditation
on their imagined form, instead of being motivated by them.
This faculty is exclusively human. I would even venture to say it
was the infection of humanity which marred ideas that ought to have
remained sacred...

(why did you employ that word, monster of woo )