A new dawn ... but can something be called new which is there every day? Is not everything already known, already seen and already done? Is not everything ‘undertaken in vain’, as the Bible book Ecclesiastes says?
Yet there is an earth that gives forth every opportunity for every day. She is a mother - faithfully she feeds her offspring, lovingly she embraces what comes forth from her.
Oh, how she was honored by the ancients who called her Gaia. Gaia, they sang to her, mother who gave birth to the sky - Uranos, Heaven!
Thus, as depicted on our cover, they saw Heaven being born, there, in the distance, from the depths in which the darkness reigns, beyond the horizon - there the earth gives birth to its new dawn. Sometimes they painted her rising from the water, reflecting billions
of flashes of light and love on the foam of the waves, like Aphrodite, as Love itself. Fear and night had passed, had been overcome, the new had been born.
From these ever-renewed depths, all creatures that belong to the earth pl
