One of the Alices

“Tut, tut, child !” said the Duchess to Alice. “Everything’s got a moral, if only you can find it.”

Thus I see a mushroom in a crevice. It is reflecting a limited light source. It shines.

Alice should be able to see a caterpillar sitting on the mushroom, smoking hookah and puffing fat smoke rings, the "off-with-your-head" Queen shouting again and again at the top of her voice behind the mushroom, and the whole pack of cards, the King and the Queen all rising up into the air.

I see through Alice's eyes, through those furrows, twist and turn, drop steeply, and move on.

I am one of the Alices. 

I dream.

Call A Fan A Mushroom

"Alice soon found out that the cause of this was the fan she was holding, and she dropped it hastily, just in time to save herself from shrinking away altogether".

When wind flowing past mushrooms, blowing through trees, passing the pool crowded with birds and animals, and guessing the riddle in a mad tea party, the fan left the Wonderland, coming out from a passage camouflaged as a knot on a fallen trunk, and stuck at Cerok Tokun.

The fan lost its power outside the Wonderland. To many things, the same never stop from repeating.

I am always the luckiest one to have discovered many mysteries. Isaac Newton only found an apple and kept the doctor away for a moment.

We can now call this fan a mushroom. 

How queer it is.