Augusto Roa Bastos

There were epochs in the history of humanity in which the writer was a sacred person. He wrote the sacred books, universal books, the codes, the epic, the oracles. Sentences inscribed on the walls of the crypts; examples in the portals of the temples. But in those times the writer was not an individual alone; he was the people.

Forms disappear, words remain, to signify the impossible.

It is not by believing but by doubting that one can attain to the truth, which is ever changing form and condition.