What we have decided to do is perhaps the most difficult, which requires the most colossal spiritual effort, the opposite of what is achieved by pure physical effort, through primarily material works, in which the superficiality of everything physical and mechanical gives the spirit a rough form; it is not what most easily satisfies, it is not what we would do if we wanted everyone to like what we do. But this choice is precious, the most valuable of all: it is the one that launches an arrow towards a more concrete and lofty target.

We do not give ourselves the form the majority believes to be the one they like. Instead, we submit ourselves to an experiment based on hypotheses intuited in the abysses.

It is that only a few more, apart from us, perhaps know what could elevate this being that calls himself human.

Knowing this is a consolation and warning at the door that leads us to an extraordinary life, the most coldly remarkable, that which develops, grows, and strengthens in the infinite abysses where the stars inhabit.

We give ourselves the possibility of knowing our limitations, and thus we also allow ourselves to overcome ourselves.

He who lives enslaved by the ambition to please believes that others are looking for the same, and tries to subdue them, to exercise his power by extorting the threat of withdrawing his approval and support for an esteemed reputation of those around him.

We are thus satisfied with what has been done. We objectively present –although not without joy– a fragment of pure reality, although there are few with a sensibility educated enough to appreciate it, with a good stomach to digest it, with a sufficient elevation of spirit to measure themselves with it.