The bird takes flight over the mountains. From its realm of light, the creatures of the earth dwarf. The boundaries are blurred and the territory appears continuously, without boundaries. The bird cries out in fullness that everything is possible. Its flight forms a drawing in the sky, which only a vast memory could retain. Some say that it marks the map of knowledge, others that makes beauty visible. And others say that it comforts the spiritual anxiety that takes hold of those who contemplate infinite and incomprehensible space, a territory that must be conquered and understood. The bird is carried away by the wind. The freedom with which it moves is the envy of slaves. The one who flies low submits to implacable laws. The one who aspires to high flights, jumps borders and establishes new laws. The bird knows that in the beginning it was the verb, but the verb is not enough for the bird. It explores limits, margins, boundaries, thresholds, sidewalks, shores, horizons. Places where words mute. It ventures into no man's land, where the limits are diffuse, because it finds the field sown with transformations, the space of flows, the transit zone. In this indefinite space grows the exuberance of life, the place where the bird experiences changes, the very origin of all new forms, the environment where systems are intertwined, where wealth and diversity are forged. He seeks the maximum expression with the minimum energy, which lies between the world sensitive to its eyes and the intelligible world of the gaze. The adventure of your flight is an experience of the limit.