"A child sits in a box of tin sand; he arranges new buildings and then destroys them; while a moment ago, he was like a treasure, so that a planet emerged to make our own play. That's where The fate of the world was the place where events were erased and re-erased, where life is like the contents of a magical box, one day also we mold us here, from the same fragile material that our ancestors made! It kills us, takes us and ours, and then puts them back again. We are on the stage with envy. We go out and get out with a trick. There is always something waiting for us to take our place, and we'll get it, because we did not stay on the hard ground, we did not even stand on the sand, we are sand themselves. "