It is when in a moment of sharp consciousness, Matter through the proliferation of its forms strikes us with the measure of the ephemeral. A painful and at the same time magnificent experience.

One being dissolved in the Number.
Magnificence of the abounding and of each of its fragile manifestations. Sparkling of Presence. And Time.
What could be the sense of this action, this abundance of sound, other than an answer to the amazement at the luxurious prodigality and the sumptuousness of Matter.
And this little sentence, these few words, that carried me along or guided me, I don't recall:
Then as a drapery,
Spring came
On our dazzled bodies. L. F.
It is dedicated to Chantel.
The present recast version was premiered at the Marseilles National Theatre.