Yesterday: I visited a maternity ward to rejoice with a mother over her new child. I went to an abortion center to see a girl who aborted a baby. I made my way to a war zone to commiserate with a raped woman. Today: I meet the mother in the market and she says she is a vestal virgin. I see the abortionist in a school play ground and she vows she is Diana. I meet the raped woman by a riverside and she swears she is Lucretia. Now: I go to the woods and strike a meditative pose. I am not think.