«Oh, how I want to find such a cup I can pour the red wine into and drink it from with all out Theater troupe for you, our dear Maestro! And I wish those drops, which fall onto the ground, to turn into the red pomegranate grains. One grain... Two... Three... Ten... The whole carpet made of pomegranate grains! It has no lie. Every grain in it is full of life. These grains like small festivals which you wanted so much to scatter among us. And you will continue to be such a nice small grain in your new life – do you hear me? While we will be the rest of it: the paring, which will protect you; the crown, which will not allow anyone to razz over you; the closed to other people mysterious planet, where your Movies, Collages, Drawings and Letters, your Truth and our Memory will always live hand by hand! And we, who are playing in your theater in this world, will make a cocoon for you, which you will leave in a shape of a BUTTERFLY!»

Let this cocoon be as beautiful as its inspired flight. Let the connection between the Time and Spaces never break and go amiss. Let everything HE has done here will never spoil His holiday of life there. And may His perpetual holiday beyond the hustle and decay sprout with cocoon here and turn into the refined and openwork ark of mystery and beauty, the place of eternal sign of immortality!