Life is a process
You were born, not yet out of nothing. Something happened before and (unless you were a death-birth) something will happen after.
Before, you were either generated through a dose of power protein and hermetic sealing, or two people liked each other so much that they pushed and rubbed their bodies against each other that an erect boat entered a mellow bay. A moment of firework happened when one man jumped from the boat into the sea.
Up to nine months after, you abandon your pollywog existence and develop a tiny-man being. What once looked like a little frog is now you, an astronaut in liquid space fed by a cable from the planetary headquarters. You’re about to leave the dark, warm space and enter a bright, cold ground.
Time to go. Your liquid seat turned into a wet slide and the only way is downwards. The first few meters are fun but then you get stuck, you’re hearing a noise, the walls around you make pumping sounds and movements and your fun ride has ended. Now, it’s like in a Manila traffic jam and you only want to return home, to your liquid space station with the cable that nourished you.
You were in the Matrix and now you’re out. Stop crying, you’re not a baby (well you are but look what’s around). See, there you go. A new cable that feeds you. It’s a bit more wobbly and you make it work through cyclical movements of your mouth, but the flavor is almost like the power protein that started the whole drama.
Part 1 has come to an end. To be continued.
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