Touch touches what has been learnt. The questioner, whose answers mature timelessly against the imprints, is born close to trust. The abundance of uncertainties seek their reasons in the outside, the closeness of events call the distance. All knowledge is entirely subject to the existing, to constant doubt. The book of faith as the moving realisation. Searching, the being drives itself, the sensing perception lost, relying on collected opinion sound, whose correctness is always subject to half the truth. The one whose gaze clarifies the vastness in the near, the mightiness of being momentarily and constantly reborn.