"The world? Why, it's a sweet little place.
It nurses a few saplings that may or may not exist. It all began when a mammoth coniferous tree rammed into a mountainous cavern and through the mighty waterfall, emerged a tiny fish. It swam and it swam. And it swam a little more. Very young, though it was, it knew its one aim - to find its soulmate. And so, it swam some more. It did have competition too. PLENTY of it. But to the fish, it was alone and the tiresome path could be crossed at a leasurely pace. It swam slowly, healthily. It reached its mate. Not a fleeting second passed without the mate re-thinking: 'It's here.'
And, thus, the amoeba was formed.
(Now, strap this to your eyes: All this had taken place in white. Pure, untinged white. Now, we enter a more colorful, soiled and, well, fake world.)
It wasn't long before the amoeba grew on to become a ful blown man. And there were two kinds of them. The first, who lived to feed and then to be, subsequently, fed. (Scribble in a notebook: 'No.') The second, who fed life to live. (Scribble in a notebook: 'Yes.')
The second kind maybe a deemed hermaphrodite, but it exists. The others were mere apparitions. No more, no less.
But, the apparations increased by the second. So the eyes opened and the lights went off.
The world? Why, it's a sweet little place."
