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