We seem to be growing, spreading, changing, flowing, moving without knowing where all this is going. It seems to be growing our world, ourselves. We watch, observe, perceive, not knowing what to believe, guessing what is to achieve. We force our minds to conceive something for us to receive, a meaning for all this. We seem not able to agree. So different and split can be our grasp of what we see ! Different with every degree of what we consider "me" is our awareness. We always seek the order, each label and its folder, each human and his border. Can we avoid disorder and still remain the holder of multitudes ?