And what can this mean except that, like those planetary orbits which seem to traverse our solar system without remaining within it, the curve of consciousness, pursuing its course of growing complexity, will
break through the material framework of Time and Space to escape somewhere towards an ultra-center of unification and
wholeness, where there will finally be assembled, and
in detail, everything that is irreplaceable and incommunicable
in the
world.
I pray that the places where this
world has
broken you, where evil has left its mark, where you have felt abandoned and
broken and hurt, where you are
in pain would become a wellspring of healing and
wholeness for you.
Because Pomerance has chosen not to paint and pad his freak literalistically, Merrick — ever
in a double figure — reminds us of that «other» dimension of beauty and
wholeness that is nearly absent from the
broken world this play exposes.