Losing its humanity is losing our essence as a species, rooting out the earth on which we are born and in which we grow. Forgetting who we are, not earing our breath, our heartbeat, stop listening to others breathing and to the heart of everything that surrounds us. And so, stupidly, we become automatons in a world -real in its irreality- that alienates us.
Windswept from outside, inside the waters are stirred vigorously, only noise and confusion. No north or south or east or west. Perhaps near -or far away- the end of fear, insecurity and lack of control. After the storm, the walls, which are believed eternal and omnipotent, collapsed and the shore sand, stirred, clean and bright. And inside, who knows, new strength and new freedom might have been conquered.