All argument is restless, seeks a hand to steer its landing. Which to Renato meant drawing hands in the manner of birds.

The movement wanted a form that corresponded to its content. He wanted a fusion of glass and steel. He wanted transparency.

Take China for example, he said.

What about China? Have you seen the Great Wall?

I have not been to the moon so I really don’t know.

In a state of deep anguish Renato could have easily flown to the moon. But he knows how the Dalai Lama works to spoil our view of the universe. He knows what is underneath the shadow.

To you it’s always the big picture.

But what else is cinema for?

By sundown they have arrived at the conclusion which appeared as a massive gate blocking their entrance to the city. Quickly they took out their map. They were on the right road like everyone else except they never brought bottled water.

Renato searched his memory for some hidden meaning of their predicament. He found his fingers indexing the moment.

Do you suppose knocking may help, he asked.

One can always cry.