тут немногоThey live anywhere and everywhere. They live in me: in my minds, in my soul. Sometimes inside and sometimes outside my consciousness. They are my ideas, my story. I don't know where are they appear. But I know that they are always existed. Not only in my mind, in minds millions, milliards people. But sometimes they come to us and became a deliberate.
They could be about everything. From furniture to the gods, from plants to people.
Sometimes people writes story, poems. But it is one question I can't answer: where they come from? It's interesting.
And in the conclusion I wanna to say. That everything, every mind, belongs to us.