A long time ago, philosophy was not under attack. Those who entered the path of thinking only fought in search of authentic foundations. Sometimes they were encounters with the stars, sometimes with oneself, or simply flows in the constant sway of questions. Through questions such as the foundation of knowledge or the essence of the world, the question of knowing was dealt with in an authentic way. Now all that has changed. I have almost lost faith in finding paths that lead me to the path of thinking. I now know that God must have some place in finitude however much he may rule in the distance. We children of the desert have been kept apart from the world. But our home is the stars. I still remember lifting my head, looking up at the moon and being afraid to look. At that time I did not know that all contact would end up leaving eternal traces. Now I look out of the corner of my eye and try to understand how the heavens land on the ground of magnitudes. It is the footage impregnated in human rationality that has been in charge of governing the displays of reason for centuries.