These papers remind him of an old world...an old world?! No... a new world that he lives in all its dimensions... his feeling for it takes him from every aspect. And when his eye fell on the old man's paper, his heart skipped a beat.. Now he was back there.. The man whose beard had finally grown and mixed the white with black until it became grey, was left in a picture like this, located between three other papers without a boy among them, and his wife crackling with laughter and looking at her swollen stomach. He guessed, based on his feelings, that she was optimistic... Oh, in her papers (a boy) and perhaps in her belly (a boy). As for him, he sees the knot between the eyes in the picture on this paper and remembers the picture of the man he was visiting.
The papers passed between his hands as they were distributed... his wife distributed... and he threw and did not take, or threw and took... but the flavor of this silent world filled with numbers and pictures filled his senses. It is not necessary for any world to occupy us - for it to be filled with living things, because we - as people - are able to add life to it from outside it, like a desert.