In the time of impermanence we are islands. From Pirandello to Zambrano, fromMichelstaedter to Kierkegaard, we are journeys that know departure and departures thatdesire return to or from an unknown beyond-island, a place that centers in a philosophyof life and death, the finite and the infinite, the certain and the unknown. The island,invisible that becomes concrete and attainable in its depiction, is tension of discovery,cradle of memory, crucible of departures and returns, identity. Only in the island one isnot a foreigner, one is not bewildered, one is not left without quality.