ABSTRACT
In infinite space countless shining spheres, around every one of them rotates perhaps a dozen illuminated smaller ones, hot within, covered with a solidified, cold rind, on which a mouldy covering has produced living and knowing beings - that is the empirical truth, the real, the world. Malevich, too, thought of his Suprematist Compositions as giving expression to a new state of mind, the state of mind appropriate to a liberated humanity no longer burdened by bodies that cast shadows. Space here triumphs over place. And as our astronomers reach ever farther into space with their telescopes, and that is to say also ever further back into the history of the universe, the hoped-for or perhaps feared extraterrestrials have not said peep. Thus, we are not tempted by accounts of space explorations to play with thoughts of someday being able to leave the earth, to found colonies on Mars or some other heavenly body.
