n a s c e n c e.
(the uterine blossom)
shakespeare
9:44 p.m. on 2004-02-10
There was no one in the writer; behind his face...and his words, which were copious, imaginative, and emotional, there was nothing but a little chill, a dream not dreamed by anyone...His passages on the fundamental identity of existing, dreaming, and acting are famous, The story goes that, before or after he died, he found himself before God and he said: "I who have been so many men in vain, want to be one man; myself." The voice of God replied from a whirlwind: "Neither am I one self; I dreamed the world as you dreamed your work, and among the shapes of my dream are you, who like me, are many persons-- and none.