Before someone or something could distinguish one sound from another and relate it to an object, an action, or a feeling, we had within ourselves all the words in the world. All and none. If today we put together the fragments of alphabets and the emotions stemmed from handwriting, that ancient echo would return for a language that is not yet such, but is nevertheless universal and mysterious. It is a language that originated before our time and that is destined to exceed us. To read and to watch become to convey the nostalgia of an ancient memory and to tend toward God.