“True Bramin, in the morning meadows wet,
Expound the Vedas of the violet.“ - Ralph Waldo Emerson


I roll myself within old hybrid cartoons and hope I'll be invisible to hackers -
I'm a fraud to my biotic fire.

(the apprentices of erudite beliefs drew paintings of mistaken vedas and have admired the desert around the ashram.)

After the Ice age -as I could hear the shrieky birds of spring-, a squirrel met Tarzan, then Rahan, the Flintstones, Asterisk and Obelisk, more and finally the Final fantasy.

--more than a truism is that someone's reality has been shifting its shape into higher dimensions of itself.