Many truths are there to be found beyond the post-truth universe, just as there are limitless possibilities to discover within the expanded matter. Not only algorithms and artificial intelligence but also universal frequencies respond to what is spelled out. A poetical ethics at work. Only a couple of years ago the moon was clear and visible; change was in the air. The world was moved by a new collective energy, demanding better democracy in the streets, parks and squares. The indecisive moment that followed was immediately filled by the intermediating agencies, the wave generated by people redirected.

Like a full moon that cannot be captured by a smart device, our enchantment with the moon in sight shifted to the frustrated distance in-between and to the intermediary fingers that block its view. The current moment is in need of a sentimental education. The finger can point to the moon’s location in the night sky. However, it is not the moon. The finger never moons, never reveals, never dreams. Bruce Lee once wisely reminded us that concentrating on the finger makes us miss all the heavenly glory that may exist. When structures collapse and beliefs lose ground, it may be the time to see through the fractured reality and connect with our moons, towards an aesthetics of togetherness. Another political horizon.