Act One

I confess to escaping the prison of your certainties I confess to doubt I confess to the bond between my feet and the new road to the bond between my fingers and the new object and to the wonder of every new moment like the wonder of the blind, in an ever-new world. I confess to rising again, from the rubble of the past. I confess to crossing the border and going beyond the fence of yesterday. I confess to being to beating and to feeling the world's presence in my veins. Well! Now shoot at the heart of time!