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Uuuuuuaaaauughhhhgsgsh life is beautiful death is beautiful and slime mold can DESIGN EFFICIENT TRANSPORT SYSTEMS!!! It also seems to SEE, FEEL, and THINK WITHOUT A BRAIN, EYES, or CENTRAL NERVOUS SYSTEM!!! A Fungus and an algae can COMBINE in SYMBIOSIS to make an ENTIRELY NEW ORGANISM called LICHEN!!! And psilochbin, when ingested, can produce feelings of CONNECTEDNESS, which relates strongly to fungi's NATURAL ROLE in its ecosystem (that being connecting the forest through the Wood Wide Web and feeding its creatures), almost like WE'RE EXPERIENCING A BIT OF THE MUSHROOM'S OWN LIFE EXPERIENCE
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