The secret of the Search is that is not find, Eternal worlds infinitely,- Some inside of other, unceasingly they elapse - Useless; Suns, God, God of the Gods - In them inserted and lost - Nor to us we found in the infinite. - Everything is always several, and always ahead - Of (God) and Gods: that, the uncertain light - Of the supreme truth. --- Tenth verse of the poetry Mystery of the World of Fernando Pessoa ----------- Drawn in Image Forge, colored and transformed in the Adobe Imageready and the light and tone in Corel Paint Shop Pro X