To the Memory of the Ten Million How shall I regard these humiliations, these human punishments against the lives of so many who were counted and numbered on their arms so that their captors would know who and what they were if not their family names given them by their fathers and mothers. We have had scribes who were able to tell the stories of our lives, but never like the terrors which haunt sleep and the imagination. These are the dreams that make you sleepwalk, that make you turn and turn in the absence of reality, looking for a presence that has been gassed into a final memory for that is what you hold on to or gravitate towards, because dreams are redemptive and are the history that each of us shall tell to our surviving children when we shall trust ourselves to create and come unwittingly to love someone beyond our selves or construct a more civil way to survive.