Cyclic, undermined, slippery, sharp, full of wells, austere and full at the same time. This is what the search is like. It has neither origin, nor end. It is only divided by some resting points that we access slowly and leave accelerated, even prematurely in our eyes. No, there is no end. When you think you have reached it, you will be more wrong than any other time you have been confused. Take off your shirt, get rid of your shoes, then find them again, put them on again. Walk run stop speed up go forward slow down breathe. Repeat until you find the secret of the search: that search...No, there is no end. When you think you have reached it, you will be wrong.