Every period has its own demon. Unknown, mysterious powers that influence the most simply daily gestures of humanity that is void of any spontaneity, men whose mere corporeal existence becomes the site of implacable fighting. Impossible depths to be scanned and thus allowed to participate in the economy of the sacred. Crock-Crow describes the dream of a little boy who is guilty of what he sees. It is the decline towards a previous world, a place of image-object of no consolation.