Our civilization is not the first to be engulfed in the abyss of oblivion: Shakespeare and Michelangelo certainly join the works of Menander and the abyssal ruins of submerged continents. But if the writings soar, the words remain and the magnetic waves presiding over creativity itself continue to roll around the cosmos eternally.
The only fact that seems new in the succession of mortal finalities is that man has, for the first time, more than participated in his own disappearance, by breaking the natural balance, assassinating the environment and the biosphere.
From now on, may our diabolical intellects become divine by using the unique quest of our lost instincts and this universal complicity, which unites every blade of grass with the most distant star.
If someday an airtight container buried in the foundation of a New York pavilion is opened, we hope the future archeologists do not find only a pair of suspenders, a tin can, the microfilm of 23,000 pages of ordinary books (where summaries of current misconceptions, the atomic bomb, are found) but also the extraordinarily full emptiness in the tomb after the Resurrection.
Alain Saury, 1980