"I contemplate the results of a rare but expected physics among infinite possibilities. I myself am the result: a conscious memory of 13.8 billion years. Of everything I cannot escape (my body, our biosphere, our universe), I must coexist with universal sympathy, to the point of feeling part of it. This affects me with the most beautiful of vertigos: wonder. Let us see the cosmos in its entirety: let us seek to think of it far beyond our ability to survey or explore it. What cannot be observed can nevertheless be conceived. Let our reason run wild in these extreme conditions. Let the sublime penetrate our sensibility. Let our creative delusions lead us to unimagined, improbable, or even impossible territories. For this is the key to all actualization. Our theories open the way to possibilities. And when possibilities exist, then limits e x p a n d and hope is immense. These theories that Man sketches out, whose fantasy sometimes meets elegance, could be part of those magnificent dead ends that dot the graveyard of futures. Paradoxes invite us to challenge our reasoning, to shake up our assumptions. This allows us to see our surroundings with fresh eyes. Nevertheless, I cannot help but draw parallels between our history, that of the living and our deadly model, and this History. I oscillate between finitude and infinity, between universal dreams and suicidal vicissitudes. There is the end of this world, as we know it, and the beginning of other worlds, of becoming, of chaos. I think of diversity beyond the horizon. I think of what our world could have been, of the strange, of the foreign. Let us seek out these glimmers, however tiny, to rebuild a horizon. The present is constantly relegated to the past, but necessary futures shine brightly."