I remember that being a kid  I went in a holiday at the seaside.  And a man looked for some stones on the beach and on the dike.From time to time, when he picked up bigger ones, he smashed themin a concentrated effort, on the hard surfaces of the dike. After that, he chose some of the pieces and left with them. I was curious to see the area of smashed stones.? It was full of small shiny bits...  ... I wish to have the power of smashing the false reality around usand arrive to the light from behind, because I know it