Ten feet down that is where I was as if pushing against a solid mass, I remembered daylight and the first breaths of that day. I was an adult and therefore I appreciated the special form that of living and breathing seeing and hearing touch taste and the rest. I speculated on, came by upon, random experiences however I knew the end was near as I began to hear trees grow and followed the yearly cycle. In a short space of time and in order to summon my rebirth, so in essence I had to die, this meant that I was now with the hidden ones pushing through to what are known as the chambers of dissolution, and at this moment I was struggling to get through. So I pushed and pushed clawed and ate soil with moisture, dripping down cracks in the strata, the soil eventually fell from a hole I made, and poking at my fearful eyes was a sun. An eternal sun, I fell out from the hole I had made struggling to stand up. Soil fell from what seemed to be a new body I was half grown up. I had entered a new life stream from the mass, I had struggled to relieve myself from. I looked up to the sun and below the clouds evaporated and washed my face I felt my face and said to myself I am new, just walk to the new dawn.
