As an unforgettable symbol of this whole creative work, there strands before me a family of octopuses on four legs, with a fifth serving as a tail and a sixth - a trunk. How much (imaginary!) divine omnipotence there is in this! What magic of reconstructing the world according to one's fantasy and will! A fictitious world. A world of lines and colours which subjugates and alters itself to your command. You tell a mountain: move, and it moves. You tell an octopus: be an elephant, and the octopus becomes an elephant. You tell the sun: 'Stop!' - and it stops.