Who is universal man? He is that temporary soul reflecting like the leaves of autumn in lakes of time.
The tall structures of man are like the fleeting leaves of fall. From the first cry to the last cry of man - life stretches that distance and no more.
Buildings, roads, museums, man and the leaves are all tied up in a rhythmic beat that rises and falls. The point - we must live our lives to the maximum. Every day. Every hour. Every minute. Every second. Now!