Old things, "human," come to naught. And not only because the new era has an extremely negative attitude towards things that have lost their usefulness, are morally obsolete, although they have not ceased to be examples of reliability and authenticity. Old things are doomed to go into oblivion under the cover of the invisible. The task of poetry and philosophy is to keep them in human memory, to prevent them from plunging into deep oblivion. The poet and philosopher are the keepers of this memory of the ephemeral, instantly escaping existence of things...