The Ladder In he water... there, quietly, life was born; its cardinal character, its circular wet monastery, raised itself, with the drizzle, up to the secret of the senses. And the drop of water banged its sphere into the apex of the water's rays, until the touch of its waist got lost in the wet prairie of the submerged spring of the universe.    Castellano Français      No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior written permission of the publisher or, in case of photocopyng or other reprographic copying, a licence from Canadian Reprography Collective (Cancopy), 1 Yonge Street, Suite 1900 Toronto, ON M5E 1E5 Canadá. Ph 800-893-5777 / (416)868-1620 /Fax:(416) 868-1621. -- U.S. requests should be sent to Copyright Clearance Center, Inc. 222 Rosewood Drive Danvers, MA 01923 USA. Ph. 978-750-8400 / Fax 978-750-4470