(BACKGROUND/FOREGROUND: Fair accoutrements - bright, spinning lights; animals out of sync (a bear in a grass skirt; a poodle dressed as a seal, balancing a beach ball on its nose); spaceships; scythes, swords and gun powder, perhaps a ploughshare; jars filled with peaches, asparagus, basal ganglia and frontal cortex(es); a thousand smiling faces, yellow as the sun.
(CAN BE NARRATED BY "A" OR FLASHED ON BACK SCREENS)
EPIGRAPH
A: (In high southern English) He speaks sincerely from the bottom of his heart
B: "In the natural order of things, light rises to the top, dark sinks to the bottom. Perfected man is unifying human culture, not only through (dy)fusion...
A: Diffusion, defined: To disperse or be dispersed from the center, be spread widely; also means light, lighting to avoid glare.
B: ...not only through diffusion, but through the extinction of the lower grades as their representatives rise into higher grades...(T)he races of the continents are gradually uniting in lighter blend(!), and the burden of humanity is already in large measure the White Man's burden - for viewing the human world as it is, white and strong are synonymous terms."
Hyperlink to Act I (Jump page shows a roller coaster)
or on screen front stage with roller coaster
or on screen front stage with roller coaster
A: In the beginning, nameless bodies emerge and merge from darkness, as shadows, darkly habited and darkly marked. C is background music.
C: In secrecy, we moved through history’s lines, obscured by lights of conquest – a multitude of wingless flies and legless toads, over-running stretches of open land and mountain homes. There were names for us then – heathen, barbarian, sinner – propelling our true names to secret portals. We remain hidden, even now.
D: I have searched for you in numerous tomes, countless faces. Have you already seen me searching through the prism of time and wisdom of distance? Like all secrets, there are whispers of you on lips, or bits aging between yellow paper. At times, you peek through to the present, but sure as water flows, you disappear again into the intractable recesses of the past.
E: Last I looked, you were drowning under the weight of the sun, clothed in cotton fibers that scratched your back. What’s behind those eyes? Is it anger or shame? Pain? Or maybe a deadened sense of self?
F: I can see the pride, though here you are on display, a spectacle for all to see. Measured. Catalogued. Numbered.
C: In secrecy, we moved and in moving we survived. As we brushed with our fingers clustered veins that caused pain to the body, so we maneuvered with our minds the rivers of eyes floating past, ushered them past our bodies, hurdled them past our stories. Though generations have gone, I remain here, a shade waiting for release, patiently, for your arrival. I have stayed to protect the stories hiding in the shadows. I give them, now, to you. Remember them. Remember us.
Hyperlink – Jump Page – Smithsonian searching for proof of engrams?
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