An old man looks at the invisible, he throws himself from his sight into infinity, he looks out of the corner of his eye from somewhere above...

An old man looks at the invisible, he throws himself from his sight into infinity, he looks out of the corner of his eye from somewhere above, he goes out of himself, he becomes another spirit outside his spirit, the old man looks like a baby without thought, he looks like sinks in the sacred mud, escapes towards the origin of all origins beyond the end and death, the oak tree has been reborn