"The fututre sticks out its tongue in the eyes of the gentle past. It fears it's own demise because it cannot last."
My seed was planted years ago when visitors came into contact with a human female on earth. This educated descendant of the Seminole tribe along with her male warrior counterpart from Africa were hand-picked by a council of great intergalactic thinkers to raise the seed as their own. Given no guidelines or instructions, the human couple did their best to provide a good life for their alien offspring while bringing him up in the primative ways of Earth.