Everything has its roots — that from which everything began. The world began. The human being began.
Gradually, the world around us changed; it ceased to be dangerous and took on convenient forms.
The world is a pot in the hands of a master, in the hands of a human being who gradually turned things into iron, making the world as comfortable as possible. Art and technology developed, steamships, liners, spacecraft and megacities were built, wars and social upheavals took place, and humanity traveled a thorny and long path toward a comfortable existence. Losing one’s own “Self”, becoming increasingly immersed in the system, sinking into the darkness of market relations, dissolving among things, a human being turns into a machine, into a unit connected to an information network. But we have blood and memory; we have the earth from which we came and to which we will return. Memory seeps away like sand, blood calls with muffled beats, growing stronger, and the space fills with rhythms and sounds that lead us onward…