You
sit
on
one
side
of
the
performance.
I
sit
on
the
other.
When
I
look
at
you
across
the
room
and
see
you
watching
the
performers
sing
songs
around
the
dining
room
table,
I
know
your
heart
beats
at
a
different
rate
than
mine.
This
tells
me
we
will
die
at
different
times.
Knowing
this
I
wave
good-bye
to
you. For
the
philosopher
Henri
Bergson,
my
duration
is
made
known
by
other
durations.
My
duration
encompasses
and
discloses
yours.
Your
duration
encompasses
and
discloses
mine.
Duration
is
experience
but
equally
it
is
experience
enlarged
and
gone
beyond.
Your
heartbeat
cuts
into
my
heartbeat
and
gives
me
the
chance
to
arrive
at
a
different
pulse.
To
think
this
duration
is
to
think
beyond
the
human
condition
that
is
beyond
our
dominant
habits
of
representation
in
which
time
is
conceived
in
terms
of
space.
In
directing
this
performance,
I
think
of
time
separately
from
space,
although
always
visible
in
it.
Performance,
as
a
form,
allows
this
to
happen.
We
can
construct
different
rhythms
of
duration
and
they
can
disclose
different
beats
of
consciousness
that
take
us
beyond
the
lines
of
our
delineated
performance
space. Perhaps
our
beats
beat
as
the
planets
do
and
by
their
motion
encompass
the
body
of
the
sun.
Perhaps
they
beat
as
music
beats
and
by
their
motion
encompass
a
performance
like
a
cornfield
encircles
a
house.
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