Just as planets, whose landscapes are the result of collisions, explosions, and endless impacts of cosmic material, the human soul is filled with the same principle. We are constantly reshaping ourselves through collisions that disrupt the boundaries of our being. The atmosphere protects us from meteorite impacts, but its protection is not unconditional; there seems to be no escape: paralysis sets in, with wide-eyed terror.

But isn't the moment of shock the key moment of the soul and its transformation? Is this not the only way to approach the uniqueness that can only be achieved through an infinitely breakneck development?

The disruption of boundaries, the consciousness of one's own soul, and the moment of collision with the outside world is a theme that currently touches me deeply. From the east and the west, from yesterday and tomorrow, meteorites fall, causing havoc. Fortunately, however, and perhaps most importantly, every meteorite is a meteor, an amazing phenomenon in the atmosphere. Something that gives hope, as when we say, ‘A shooting star is falling, make a wish.’ Few collisions are fatal and not an opportunity. Hope dies last: like a meteorite cooling in the ground over which it first shone as a shooting star.