I don’t know about profound. The play contains the darkest most morbid humor I’ve ever encountered. It did make me sit stunned for awhile. But, I wouln’t call the effect profound. I thought I might benefit by reading the play a second time. Unfortunately, some odd chemical process had been going on, unnoticed, in the book. As I opened the cover to reread the play, the whole thing disintegrated into a pile of fine, wet dust and strange needles.
This, I can anser. The boundaries of the sign are three hands. They are wisened and diseased. The skin is tattered. Through the skin (I can’t quite explain this. Every layer of the hands was drawn and no layer was transparent. Yet, all the layers could be seen.) could be seen bones like vines, or pollyps. The interior of the sign is three spheres. One is an image of the globe as it was when the Old Ones ruled. One is a kind of map, showing your present location, and what half-human, or pre-human, or unknowable creatures stalk unseen near you. The final sphere shows you-your entire life, in unbelievably intricate detail, every thing you have ever done, or will do. It show your whole life, including your death. Tiny details in the style, make the depiction more and more mocking, until you realize that your existence is utterly meaningless.
I really wish I’d thought to scan the Yellow Sign. Ah well.