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Saturday, November 28, 2015


While I was having my marathon, mushrooms in the jungle were running and panting as well.

Both mushrooms and I like running.

Running, though amidst a big crowd, is a lonely sport. Only my muscles are talking me, and this becomes moaning in the end. Mushrooms must have experienced this.

But we know,  one step after another, we shall reach the finishing line sooner or later.

And I did it last Sunday. 42.2km in 6 hours and 16 minutes.

Saturday, November 14, 2015

Yin And Yang

So mushrooms are mushrooms, and we are ourselves. No war or domination.

Mushrooms focus on mushrooming in a mazy manner, one short life after another, with or, for most of the time, without limelight.

I enjoy searching them regularly, shooting their macro views, and boosting our relationship, though it seems superficial enough.

Thus wild returns to the wild, civilized continues to boost around.

Yin and Yang forever complement each other.

Saturday, November 7, 2015

World Domination

What if mushrooms dominate the world? Their superiority will prevail. Every nook and cranny will be stuffed with their hyphae.

When we think the reign of mushrooms is well over, they will sneak back under the cover of darkness.

When we think their life is short, they propagate faster than we can think. Our bodies and faces will be colourful with a variety of mushrooms mushroom prosperously.

What if mushrooms dominate the world?

Change will continue, either towards our favour or vice versa.

Saturday, October 31, 2015

Walking CCTVs

Ants are walking CCTVs, they scurry  across multi-dimensions, and spy on every action made by mushrooms, so much so the latter get very annoyed and lose their patience, "they send up more mushroom periscopes into our world to seek new thrones to conquer", but the mission is far too premature. 

Though tiny and hidden, because I am well informed and prepared, these mushrooms are now held as prisoners of war in my memory card.

The ants have saved mankind and our civilization!

The age of mushrooms does not realize. World history is not changed.

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Life Waveform

I believe in the existence of fourth dimension, where mushrooms hide in the dry seasons. 

How crazy I am to have a bee in my bonnet,  the mushrooms remain silent, silent and absent, except for the big black ants. But they are too busy to bother about my presence. 

A heavy load their pencil, they are creating a waveform of their life, though I am only seeing a moment.

The ups and downs of the pattern synchronize with their rises and falls on the slope. 

I am a minute dot along the waveform, though very big body size as compared to theirs.