Materia is atoms, finite objects. At last, the solution to everything: not only the end, but a new beginning, a change, a transformation, a transition, a progress, an evolution. We are shadows stretching over a wake that precedes us and follows us. Materia is the indelible trace of that act of transformation.It's like a good thick liquor. Smells like black and wet earth. Mediterranean Cistus: warm and sweet, herbaceous musky, leather