ABSTRACT
On the horizon a new millennium. I am sitting in a very small room. There is a single bed, a television set which is turned off and, for so small a space, an impressive library - masterpieces by Chinese, Japanese, Russian, French and other visionaries of their day and age. The only sounds are a soft rain falling on a skylight and the breathing of someone close to the end of a very long life. It rises and falls, stops and starts up again.
