Death does not mean the same to you and me as to a fungus. We see an end of all things, a cycle of being and unbeing framed in meat and turmoil. A fungus knows only peace and eats death. Its children will know the wind better than its parents. Fungus alone knows true freedom.
Death does not mean the same to you and me as to a fungus. We see an end of all things, a cycle of being and unbeing framed in meat and turmoil. A fungus knows only peace and eats death. Its children will know the wind better than its parents. Fungus alone knows true freedom.