How did you get to where you are?
What did you experience?
From whence did you appear?
Was it dark and cold there?
Was it warm and moist there?
Can you even feel the same way I do to be able to help me understand how it felt?
Did you end up where you wanted to be?
How did you breakthrough?
The contrast is breathtaking.
Black gave way for white.
Hard gave way for soft.
Maybe the hard was not as hard?
Maybe the soft was not as soft?
Maybe, just maybe, soft does not mean weak, And hard does not mean cruel.
Our assumptions are nothing more than imaginary borders and imaginary boundaries that we need to prove or disprove.
Either way, thank you, little mushroom, for showing me I should try.