VINCENT

When I think about everything I can't understand why, I look at the grain field. The life of cereal is that of us. Because we are like grains. At least, we have to accept that we grows like a plant, sometimes doesn't go where we envisioned, and when it ripens cut like a grain.

I strongly feel that human history is like grain history. In other words, it does not have to be sown in the soil to sprout. Because it is crushed anyway to make bread. Happy and unhappy, good and evil, beauty and ugliness, the differences are very relative.