"We are little, minute caterpillars Zorba", I responded, "on a little leaf of a gigantic tree. This little leaf is our Earth; the other leaves are the stars that you see wandering around through the night. We crawl on this leaf, we search it with great anticipation; we smell it, it smells, it stinks; we taste it, it's edible; we tap it, it echoes and shouts like a living thing.
And some people, the more daring ones, reach for the edges of the leaf; from this edge we lean with our eyes open, all ears, towards the chaos. We shiver. We feel beside us this great cliff, we hear all of a sudden the sound of the leaves of this gigantic tree, we feel the juices flowing from its roots and our heart pounding. And leaning towards the abyss like this, we feel with all our heart, all of our soul to be taken over by a shiver. And from this moment… [poetry starts]"