I always had the feeling that this poem is played on a string stretched between the infinitely large and that this string has escaped from the lyre of the very great among the poets, Andreas Kalvos. So I was given a freedom of speech and sounds so that I could, touching celestial grandeur, whisper and remain humble. At the same time, I had to learn for my hearing to hear and for my vision to see. And I also had to fill the void left by such efforts, as well as the closing of this poem, with stars and doxologies. I wonder if this void, in one way or another, is the internal experience of the infinite place and eternal time, two concepts that are as far away from us as they are very close to us, so as to frighten us, nullify us, and constitute us together. [...]
(Papaditsas, Dimitris P.)