The Hayyam
I was not something that was called to mind in a moment of eternity. This is how my story started. In those times, grapes had not been created yet, but I was already drunk. I say, in those times, because time was a moment. In those times, I didn’t know that a moment was infinitely divisible. A friend told it to me. A friend who had accompanied me and not let me alone in a night I had spent in the observatory watching the extraordinary motion of a star. I call him the messenger. Like the star, he was. It was a message for me.