Luminosity of Prose. The book contains writings from several periods, undoubtedly including some from my youth. Nevertheless, it seems to me that the book repeatedly makes the same statements, with different signs and colors. It is or would like to be a small distraction from the play of forces, a confession of disbelief in the omnipotence of the visible. For this reason, I did not even eliminate the repetitions. In a room painted by our old masters, the various figures on the individual walls typically pointed with the same gesture towards a center, towards a single absent or present guest.