We find the council of wise men, trying to interpret a fundamental root of the mystery about Truth.

They thought that Truth could be deciphered by fragmenting life into its most intimate and integral components. Then, the discussion entered a truly complicated topic:

Truth must be infinite but how can the finite man come closer to decipher or interpret the infinite?

Many said and presented different arguments but they all would yield since each wise man was only an apparent infinite like the sand of the sea, the stars, the clouds, the horizon.

And more complex and abstract like the mathematics, the illusions, the wishes, the dreams.

Many days and years passed until the day that accidentally a child, the son of one of the wise men came to the meeting and he listened attentively and inattentively but immediately understood that the discussion was empty.

They were saying in that moment:

 -The infinite is like a mirror looking at another mirror and the infinite is the light wandering in space.

The child had already listened too much and said:

-Please, excuse me but I would like to give my opinion about everything that you have said and contradicted.
Nevertheless, the revelation was always with you.
It is like going and coming.
It is like a hat that you don't realize you are wearing.
The infinite is so close and simultaneously so far that you have not seen it.
But the infinite is your own discussion.