I am old and filthy. My body is rotten. The disfiguration of my physique is so advanced That my appearance is practically unimaginable. Although my life began in a pit, A structure was erected above me many years ago. Now I dwell in its basement Nobody comes to see me. Rats and insects are my only companions. They tell me that the creators of the Building under which I reside have sealed me in. I do not loathe them for this act, Even though they replaced my once soft floor with a slab of concrete. Besides myself, the basement is totally empty. It is dark and musty. It serves no purpose. And yet the entire world is down here, the whole universe