The look thickens on the horizon; Far away the birds fly over a reef, an islet of corals where the algae hide insects and small animals that become food from one moment to the next. Seagulls screech; the man-god, half asleep, tries to recognize something on the desert island. The boat wobbles, but it is no longer possible to discriminate any of the movements: the eternal habit of walking on the immense and infinite sea returns to its glorious and radiant body the inability to notice temporal or spatial differences. His mind is somewhat touched by salt, storms and the threat of sharks. The castaway-god lets himself go, adrift, like one more jellyfish, without soul or will. It is the pure divine body that resists from an eternity and into another eternity. The sea, however, now seeks to have a limit, an end, a shore. Between dreams the man-god hears a word that is repeated continuously from the depths of himself. He bruises that expression: earth, earth, earth, earth… His face burns with suns and suns one after another, his damaged skin cannot heal a certain burning. After a while the natives discover him exhausted in the sand of a beach. The man-god, without nation or family or identity, already dead to the world and considered meat for sharks, has nothing more to be thankful for. He is now a god-man. Incarnated on the island.