The quiet giant that nobody has yet seen arises slowly between the clouds. It is a cluster of dry rock surrounded by other clusters of dry rock. All of them, without exception, immerse themselves in a bath of cumulus substance that is the condition for life to exist, although she is not life herself. She seizes the sky and its light, she shapes it to her liking, she adjusts it according to her whims. She wants to escape from the human eye, she wants no one to discover her shortcuts and spirals. But I am watching her and I glimpse the power of her game and the subtlety with which she gathers, in a single moment, endless centuries of omnipresence in the world.I stare at her and discover the subtlety with which she gathers, in a single moment, the endless centuries of omnipresence in the world.