When Jehovah created the world, put in it its signature that was in all and in the parts as u'a holographic image that she remains entire in each I break up where he will be divided. This signature was the perfection, and the world, to be perfect, must have what the guardiões of the tradition recognize as the most authentic criterion of reality and value: history, the past, the progeneration. She was necessary that the world bred had a genealogy if to lose in the confines of the imagination.Ruins and fósseis, myths and epics… the absence of these and other signs of the past would become the world a so fantasmagórico place as a lunar landscape, and the beings in it placed would evoke foreigners astronauts; scene and protagonists who, without I upholster it of the past, would denounce a forâneo theater, an armed circus! Thus being, nothing more avesso to the spirit of Adam and Eva of what the deslumbramento, the enchantment, the atabalhoamento of a first morning! The familiarity reigned in the Paradise and the sentence of the Eclesiastes:… It does not have nothing of new under the sun! … already he was true before same of the sun to be created. When creating the Nature, Mr. our Deus gave to it to a natural past town of Sauros and Hominídeos, giant worms, geologic cataclysms, so expensive cosmologias and natural explanations to the men of science, with the detail only of being everything this, all natural history, solely a past that never existed while present, a dimension of the time necessary for the perfection of the world, but perpetual virtual that finds in the fósseis, the ruins and legends the planted tests as a master of the brushes that it dissimulates its heading imitating, with the letters of its name, twigs, sausages and two-horned anvils of a bucólica Nature-deceased.
. Convém to add that this world also always was pregnant of future: space trips, electronic devices, explosions of stars and gósmicos alliens… an infinite future always was enrolled - as radiating possibilities - in the hiperbóreo horizon of this world. This does not hinder tomorrow that or later, Prince of the Peace, the Loved Jesus, goes down of skies with its hecatombe of angels restoring its venerable court, the consumption of the times and the done Paradise of love, of carbúnculo and jasper!