"Surely is no one who has found the world so upside down as did the taylor in the fairy tale who went up in his lifetime to heaven and from that standpoint contemplated the universe".
Sören Kierkegaard, Fear and Trembling.
That we would finally arrive and over there it would be always dark night, and that we would walk by moors of dust as fine as paper cinder, dust that would smell as sulfur and saltpeter and would stick to our steps.
That, from there, the planet would look immense and translucent in the coal sky, an imponent sphere made of water with green and gold reflections, noctilucent and secret.
That on the dark side we would find dry oceans, lava seas, mysterious fields of cotton, and that there the night would have no lantern other than the crossing of a frozen comet or the familiar blinking of the stars.
That our history would be recorded on sapphire disks and kept in one of its craters and that, after reading it, someone would rise their eyes to the sky in search of the blue planet where everything happened; but the planet would not be there.
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Photo: The sun reflected on ice crystals from a plane flying over the Andes.
