[...] The silence here is so pure that even the dripping of the stalactites cannot interrupt it or rather, it does not disturb it. The cave is space, it is wide and indescribably dark. The water in it has a certain tension; it is quiet but tense like an animal ready to jump at the lion’s roar and run for its life out of instinct. The water has memory and knows how to be, how to remain and evolve. It is here in this stone-cold silence without imagining ever not to be here, or not to be at all.