Translated by Mara<\/span><\/p>\n I recently closed the recall of an old memory this way: I don\u2019t deprive myself of seeing what I see. Let me also see what I previously thought was invisible.<\/span><\/p>\n Speaking of the invisible, we easily slip into misty mysticism (not as if the world doesn\u2019t have a misty, mystical sphere), but I think of more prosaic phenomena when talking about the invisible. The visible world is just the tip of the iceberg, we simply do not perceive the biggest part of the phenomena,<\/span><\/p>\n we don\u2019t see, cannot see most of the networks – but we can make quite a few of them visible.<\/span><\/p>\n It often comes to my mind that I once pondered on the spring meadow: we listen to the cricket music of the summer night swooningly, but how many crickets does such a band consist of? Yet how densely inhabited is such a meadow? With a small team, we made hundreds of flags, marched out onto the meadow, and there we searched every centimeter for inhabited cricket holes. The entrances were marked with flags, thus making the so far invisible cricket colony visible.<\/span><\/p>\n This 23-year-old photo was taken on paper, but the point is clear. We were also shocked at how many crickets live in a meadow\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n The task of science and literature is the same in this respect: the invisible should also be mapped, if possible, the whole \u201ciceberg\u201d.<\/span><\/p>\n All the best! Hello: Cen \u2019<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>
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