The real drama of our world is hidden only in the sky, and the characters we see in the clouds that cry tears of mercy bringing everything to life in all the rivers, seas and the oceans.
All this can never be divided, because it can only belong to the hunter and the prey; that is the birds and the fishes - the brave travellers of our world - who either cling to high tides for speed, or slice through vacuum winds, with magnitudes of magnificence just so that they may see, how far they are free to roam.