— I saw in a vivid dream, a voice telling me that high above the joys and passions of men, is the Mountain of Immortality. No one knows where to find it, nor what it hides at the top, it told me... But everything in this dream moved me to walk upwards... Fate, is this path that I took the right one, is this the mountain, that I’m searching for?

...I see the earth weaving the forms of men and animals, and death unweaving them. I see a fabric of shadows and colors, struggling to escape from the loom and from its warp. That tries to create a form unknown to it, to find a melodic tune beyond the repetitive hum of the machine, a road superior to the snakelike entrapment of the shuttle...