Once upon a time people believed the Earth was flat with its own borders.

It was dangerous to go close to the borders. But today people know the Earth is round. It is the round what rotate around the sun, together with the other planets

              How can live a man; who knows he was born and he is going to die, when he also knows he is limited by the possibilities of his body, live in such a world?

              What is the relationship of such a man to the never ending world?

              People are not aware of their actions. It is in their primordial fear of inferior human that they start to mound themselves from the broad world, to make it more bearable. I know, I am such and such, I look at my mirror image and I get to know myself that way, the same way I get to know others.

  We are delighted; when meeting old fellows, hearing; after a long while: „I recognized you immediately, you didn’t change at all!“ Hooray, that’s great, I don’t change, such a joy, such a mirth!

          And have you ever contemplated on why are we so pleased by then? We like stability, constancy; it is the resource of safety. And so be it ever after. Let the world remain unchanged, let it remain divided. Everything around will we safe and constant.

  Halt While! Oh, you are so beautiful!

              But, a still, irreversible revolution has occurred in a large part of the world we live in.

 The corporal world gave way to the processual world.

 The static, unknown, guaranteed, lifeless World, transformed into a World, which changes ceaselessly and with great speed. And none is know of its next change beforehand.

             And it does not matter for it, whether I as an individual agree or not.

             And here a question arises. Shall I accommodate to the transforming World or shall I create my own life? Shall I live my life, or just survive in it?

 The path of accommodating is known. Human is a qualified specialist on creating it’s own, personal World, where the borders; as defined by interests, friends, territory, are crossed seldom.

          Even the window to the World, which is called television nowadays, resembles less a window than the canvas of Geppetto Pinocchio’s father, with a fire painted upon it. But that is not real fire.

             A question forms itself: Is it possible to do something with it? How to step from the corporal world to the processual world?