"Through hundreds of breasts, the Mother of all things is nursing the Time. Conceiving new days, every day, nourishing them day by day, gazing how they fade away in the night, giving birth endlessly, till her exhausted sex turns into minerals and her breasts dry out. Ancient beings, present at the first birth gather the past days and preserve them with care. They saw all of them rising and fading away, as they will see it continuously. I realize that I have billions of years, that all of the previous days have been left to me, to which I have to add those happened to me, then I will go along with the centaurs, gods, titans, to gather the rest of the days. Then among all the old days, I will search for a day when the parents were young and happy."
Alexandru Rădvan, artist