Sometimes you find yourself meandering along dirt paths, where the sun dapples between treetops and life exists in gentle terms. And there among the underbrush, you spot them. Unremarkable mushrooms. Not the answer to life's grand enigmas, but little vestiges of time, quietly growing.
Have you ever wondered about fungi's perspective? Probably just glad to be, unbothered by the relentless march of the clock or human ambition. Maybe they've forged a pact with oblivion, co-existing in the ever-present now.
So, if you're ever at the edge of oblivion, look closely. You may find solace in these humble fungi. After all, every path leads somewhere—even if it's just back to yourself.