In front of the ridge of Serifos, when the sun rises, the cannons of all the great worldviews misfire. The mind is surpassed by a few waves and some stones – something absurd perhaps, yet capable of bringing man to his true dimensions.

Because, what else would be more useful for him to live? If he likes to start wrong, it is because he does not want to listen. Unbeknownst to him, the Aegean says and repeats, for thousands of years, with the voice of the surf, along a coastline that is boundless: this is you!

And it repeats the shape of the fig leaf above the sky, captures it, and the pomegranate clenches its fist until it bursts, the cicadas orchestrate it until they become transparent.

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