A few decades ago, a seed was sown. Who did it, nobody knows.
That seed was the seed of joy
The seed of celebration,
The seed of creativity,
The seed of growth,
The seed of talent,
The seed of youth,
The seed of unity
And the seed of evolution.

It has rightly been said that:
"All the evolution we know of proceeds from the vague to the definite."
Charles Sanders Peirce

Similarly, fed with the Mud of the Ages, the Light of the World and the Fountain of Youth, the seed, first "Myriad" in nature and in name, has grown and evolved to be that which we now know as "Xavotsav".

"Where there is age there is evolution, where there is life there is growth."
Anjelica Huston
And where there is growth, there is Xavotsav...

And hence, the theme of Xavotsav 2012 was EVOLUTION...

EVOLUTION

Fables, are they?

The sands of time
Sinking into an unending depth since time unknown
Has there ever been a fist closed enough
To make them stay still?
But no one's probably noticed that some grains stay
Right there...

Its waters flowing endlessly,
The fountain of youth remains...
Water, it flows too, out of your grasp
Out in a way you cannot get each drop back
Have you noticed it wets your hands?
Because some of it stays
Right there...

The land of Atlantis, Sphinx- like
Its mystery mysterious than ever...
Completely beyond the reach of human thought
Atlas bears the weight of the world we are in
Has anyone realized the hero he is and that we have him?
Because not all heroes are in Atlantis
As some of them stay
Right here...

Change is the only constant they say
And evolution is the proof...
Spirits of dead men,