There must be something left. So that time passes, but without the souls disappear, or worse, the sun, the moon and the stars. So that time passes, immutable, but without stumbling over space and eternity, or fills with memories, here and there, according to the wind. It requires idols, images in which the past will be locked, will not move. Extract “Nachrichten vom Weltenende” (News of the End of the World), Günther ROEDER, unpublished manuscript, Düsseldorf / Sablet 2015, page 67 – Translation: Hubert Galle