Were I to choose an anspicious image for the new millenium, I would choose that oe: the sudden agile leap of the poet-philosopher who raises himself above the weight of the world, showing that with all his gravity he has the secret of lightness, and that what many consider to be the vitality of the times--noisy, agresive, revving and roaring--belongs to the realm of death, like a cemetery for rusty old cars.