man does not know the mystery of being or its substance, no one knows why or how, although everyone mutters endlessly no one knows the value of its essence‘ -Omar KhayyamI was not something that was called to mind in a moment of eternity. This is how my story started. In thüse times,grapes had not been created yet, but I was already drunk. I say, in those times. because time was a moment . In those times, I didn‘t know that a moment was ihfinitely divisible.A friend told it to me. A friend who had accompanied me and not let me alone in a night.I had spent in the observatory watching the extraordinary motion of a star.I call him the messenger. Like the star, he was. It was a message for me.
