Each one of us is born with a destiny, a precise path on a reed.
The only freedom is to stop before or continue to the top. The snail, with its spiral, brings us to the relative center of a fractal system.
The earth is the humus in which we are born and grown up, imprint of departure from which the evolution unfolds. That land, from which the reed draws its nourishment, is the house in which all possibilities are already present. The reed that grows from the earth is only one. The only freedom is to stop before or continue to the top.