[INSERT: THEATER OF ∞ ACT I SCENE I :OUTSERT]

TO ME, OR NOT TO ME...

ACT I
SCENE I

[KEEP CURTAINS CLOSED]

(A sperm swims. An egg floatly rests. Do they have conscious awareness of themselves and/or their drives? Do they know of each other, or of their own kinds? Do they know from whence they originated as created? Have they any sense of that which is to be faced ahead and far beyond their potentials of combinations into fresh fruiting humans and our _ minds? Can they see their own faces before they are borne?)

ME (from the dark depths): I was pushed and pulled from my mother’s matrix and forced to first inhale the atmospheres of Babylon from within its city of Rome upon the nineteen hundredth and seventy-third year of the futureward side of the Before Christ/Anno Domini threshold.

[INSERT: THE WORDERBOY ACT I SCENE I :OUTSERT]

There shall be words...