In Mankind, there are Gods everywhere. In some countries, for instance Argentina, these Gods live on top of each other, but they do not speak: they are proud and stay absorbed in their own greatness.
The American Race is taking the first –unsteady, shaky, uncertain– steps like a baby. They are wrapped by the whirlpool of the ancient race and it is very hard to identify them, recognizing new signs on a society filled with novelties and appearances.
The Universe of the Human Civilization is full of possessions giving benefits. Even the remotest rock in the Ocean has an owner –a country, an international consortium, a virtual owner registering it.