SEEDS

Images live everywhere but one must 'learn' how to 'travel' from one viewpoint to another, without the need of metal wings in order to land into another world, by necessity, a different image, however softened through the implantation of key simulacra or repeats for what usually stands back 'home', for most a must, a fixed up position;

Someone called this kind of fixation an 'effigy made of salt'...when comes the rain...if one looks into all the lives of the most 'successful' dominators ever roaming this planet, hominids only, one comes into people like Alexander, Caesar, Napoleon, Ghandi, all of whom melted their own 'salt' into the deepest core of our specie's seed pod, so much that today, now, one whom talks about one of those, never gets to align them with our most successful creators, Vincent Van Gogh, Pablo Picasso, Einstein, even if those imagination's emissaries never involved people into massive travelings, physical to begin with, social disturbances;

Imagine without wars...