It may be said that a shipwrecked body consists of a death suspended in time, in existence and in oblivion. The presence of an infinite body that endures only, in a deep atmosphere, lost in the absolute hydrosphere that understands it, condemned to a static eternity left to oblivion. Death composes not the end, but rather the beginning of an outstanding existence, disconnected from its event by the distance that sinks it to its final coordinate. Submerged in darkness and silence, it remains there deposited, without purpose or fading, without consciousness or understanding, in a private existence of resolution, only infinite.