In front of the ridge of Serifos, when the sun rises, the artillery of all the great worldviews becomes ineffective. The mind is surpassed by a few waves and some stones - perhaps something irrational, yet capable of bringing man to his true dimensions. Because, what else would be more useful for him to live? If he likes to start wrong, it's because he doesn't want to listen. The Aegean, unbeknownst to him, has been saying and repeating, for thousands of years, with the mouth of the surf, along an endless coastline: this is who you are! And it is repeated by the shape of the fig leaf against the sky, captured and clenched by the pomegranate until it bursts, orchestrated by the cicadas until they become transparent. (...) [Excerpt from publisher or edition presentation text]