From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   2019/10/06 Sunday:  Seeding a Society:   
      
   Imagine a stark, undeveloped land such as the outback of Australia, only   
   closer to the shoreline of the Island Continent, perhaps along its   
   west-northwest coast, somewhat closer to water than the middle of its desert   
   interior.  This is where the dream *   
   started,* AND ended, only it progressed through time, possibly decades.   
      
   The dreamer (I) went along making paths by scattering dry, concrete mix almost   
   as if painting the lines on a football field, only these paths were nearly a   
   yard wide and not in perfectly grid-straight lines.  They were actually   
   *paths* such as between    
   buildings, but NOT roads:  these were definitely for people / walking,   
   although I suppose a bike COULD use one, but such was not its intended use.   
      
   There was a snowfall, about 3" to 5", but it evaporated all along the ground   
   *except* on the paths that were marked with concrete mix.  In *these* areas,   
   the melting snow turned the lined concrete mix-powder paths into *concrete*   
   paths, like solid rocks    
   across the landscape.  These paths, through the years, remained intact to   
   whatever extent they were not dug up or plowed or built over, such that they   
   became "landmarks" within the village, which became a town and later a   
   metropolis, but these paths    
   remained undisturbed (other than used / maintained for walking) such that they   
   became a kind of public "park" around which the metropolis grew and held these   
   paths in a sort of reverence.   
      
   As I was waking from this dream (slowly, which aids tremendously in memory /   
   recall) it occurred to me that seeding a civilization works in pretty much the   
   same way, then as I was typing this up, it finally occurred to me that dreams   
   are basically the    
   seeds of ideas, just as a parachute-type seed blows in the wind:  some grow,   
   others simply die.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)