There is a moment - in early childhood - when you receive all that is given with eyes and heart wide open. The border between reality and fantasy does not exist - and is inconceivable. That is when I discovered the Bible, and accepted it as a giant story-book. Not even the clash with religious bureaucracy, or my teenage rebellion against rules, or the philosophical cynicism of my youth have succeeded to erase this feeling. The way I remember, sacred texts are surprising, strange and mysterious. They are never content with a happy ending, they can be explained in so many ways. But most of all, after centuries spent in the imprisonment of absolutist interpretations, they have managed to preserve a deeper meaning - one that can be glimpsed, but never captured in words. Or images.