“There are images,” says Mujica in the prologue to this essay, “a few that time does not erase, rather it polishes them, gives them shine, polishes them mirror; they are those of myths, religions, tradition, art ... Icons in which we can still look at ourselves, recognize and project; they are those that remain contemporary not in the answers they gave to their time but in the questions they ask of ours, in the answers they urge us to seek. Images, some as unfathomable, as that of Dionysus, "the coming god," as Hölderlin called him. God, according to Hephaestus, who is creating what he is, revealing the possible fecundity of himself, the images of his own image that each one can imagine for and in himself, those that imagining we can create, those that we can become.

”Creating is the verb and the insistence of life. I am what is happening to life now, in this now that it is happening to me; we are its creation if we create it and we create it if we allow ourselves to originate it. Dionysus and Dionysus are names of an event, names that house a poíesis, an ontology of becoming, or, in kinder words, a desire to be, an erotic of creation. A becoming, a transfiguration, not like

temporary future but as a present happening, as a spring, a fountain, a sprout, now, here. From here.

"Of course, I believe that there will not even be a god to save us if we abdicate before the idolatry of the given and what has already been substantiated, if we prostrate ourselves before the cult of objectivity with its myth of the world as a thing done, and, consequently , his having stripped existence of its perennial state of epiphany. No, there will be no salvation if we do not allow ourselves to be enraptured by the astonishment of seeing emerge from what is not what it becomes, if we banish that creating from our doing and from our gaze the astonishment; if we do not come to love how much lives for life itself that we love in the living. No, not even a god will be able to save us if we don't believe him ”.