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There are mushrooms below me, there' are microbes below me, it's vibrating, it's crazy! Look, light or mushroom thunderstorm?
And I have the same inside me: legions of benevolent, working microbes, spores, vitamins, bacteria, and critters that fuel my daily desliming, that keep me going. Without them there would only be a hollow ego.
Here. Small companies in me, and my ego is entwined around it. Nothing but the mushrooms here underground. The tendrils for communication.
