Our former experiences affect everything that we do. Everything that interests us. Otherwise, we do not waste time on it. Sometimes, we think that we are wasting our time, until we find someone that looks at what we do and understands it. Perhaps he understands and discards it, but it could also be that he seizes what we have done and transforms it. Then, what we did continues living in the new thing.

The history of the human works is made of batons that go passing from one hand and one mind to the other, always changing and always being the same. As in a garden, where the trees endure on the land that goes on receiving the rain of years and the work of many hands that follow each other.