Those were the days， when we were all at sea. It seems like
yesterday to me. Species， sex， race， class: m those days none of
this meant anything at -all. No parents， no children， just our-
selves， strings of inseparable sisters， warm and wet， indistin-
guishable one t}om the other， gloriously indiscriminate， pro-
nnscuous and fused. No generations. No future， no past. An
endless geographic plane of micromeshing pulsing quanta， lim-
itless webs of interacting blendings， leakings， mergings， weaving
through oursclve~，~ s running rmgs around each other， heedless，
needless， aimless， careless， thoughtless， amok. Folds and fold-
lngs， plying and multiplying， plicating and replicating. ~}c had
no definition， no meaning， no way of telling each other apart.
We were whatever we were up to at the time. Free exchanges，
microprocesses finely tuned， polymorphous transfers without
regard for borders and boundaries. There was nothing to hang
from. Insides and outsides did not count. We gave no thought to
any ~uch things. We gave no thought to anything at all. Every-
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