In the country I come from, my grandparents’ generation had never heard of the universe expanding. Yet even in their old age, they still planted olive trees and cypress trees, without being concerned with questions of cost and return.

They knew they would die, yet they dug the earth for those who would come after them. And perhaps for the earth itself.

They knew that whatever “power” they had would not bring any benefit if they did not obey the seasons, if they did not pay attention to the winds, if they did not respect the changeable Mediterranean, if they did not cut the trees at the right time, and if they did not allow the must the time it needed to ferment.

They did not think in terms of infinity, yet they acted, lived, and died within a time that was truly without end…