You are someone's son . Reveal unto me your secret oh ancestors and of course know I don't see eye to eye and at the same time cannot deny your existence as my base and source between me and them allies/enemies finding freedom to make my own way...
(apologies to Grotowski: Tu es le fils de quel in Drama Review: TDR, Vol 31 No. 2 Autumn 1987/ link requires authorization)
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:: note :: ...on turning 53...
