Imagine an old manuscript, with greased pages, in the corner of a drawer... a comedy, for example. The theater's confused headmaster finds it and reads it... and reads it... and snaps his fingers... "You know this one's good!"... And you find yourself on the stage with a living legend... the audience laughs, the actors make a grimace and all of this just like before... for a hundred years. That's when you feel like saying that either the audience and the theater are two hundred years apart or the play is new. What happened to time? When you turn your binoculars, things seem unusually far apart... A man born with binoculars on its nose is going to chase it his whole life, to reach it and it would only be natural... What about space? That's why when we hear the trumpet of great truths, which present themselves which such self awareness, let's smile and say: Words! Words! Words! Let's listen to the stories for at least they make us live within the lives of others, and merge our dreams and thoughts with theirs... Within them lives Archaeus... Perhaps the story is the most beautiful part of a human's life. Stories swing us and stories make us go to sleep. We awaken and we perish with them...
