Our world is a world of strength, a world of opposites: life and death, love and hate, good and evil, a world of light and dark. But what place do we people occupy in it? Are we creatures parasitizing in the unparalleled dimension of the Earth, existing, absorbing the physical fruits of our planet and consuming its energy to exhaustion? Or are we something more? Maybe this world is actually much bigger than the place where we were born and live? Are we entitled to consider ourselves the masters of this world, which we, by the way, call ours? Or do we live our lives oblivious to why we are still alive?