The old man's house, like a ship, floats on the muddy waves of the sea of life, it is filled with loneliness, dreams and memories. The ray of memory of the aged owner highlights vivid episodes of the past, plays with the mysterious stained glass windows of the empty temple of a once living, but gradually dying soul. The weakening ray rushes furiously in search of the main meaning of the life lived. Gradually, before the quiet and humble soul, participation in something immeasurably greater than what was once “I” opens up, and, accepting the world into himself, the old man embraces the general flow of pacifying, blessed light...