Cross Pollination

One thousand of things surround us. Of the most important for the least fundamental. Of the most necessary for the least indispensable. Furthermore attractives in the least fascinating. And in spite of the variety of these, all remain objects; utensils which the man doesn't notice any more necessarily because their beauty fades as he observes them. Subjective. He's himself a victim of this cyclic system. A model awarded to a whole popultation : the same movements, the same expressions, the same attitudes as a matter of fact. But the human being becomes depending in this way to work, and don't stop there. He transforms the personality of each kind of only firm : the same thoughts, reflexions and words... The time of the singular became invisible while the abundance takes place as the keen flavor of about forty.