Fungi are like nothing else that exists in nature. They appear at first glance to be plants, yet they posses shapes, textures, and colours that are peculiar to them selves. They do not feed like other plants, they poses no chlorophyll, they appear to generate no seeds, they emerge when the rest of the green world is dying, and as Pliny once put it succulently "How is it that anything can sprint up and live without a root?" When one considers that they live in dank and gloomy wood lands, already the province of much that is sacred and esoteric that they offer luminosity, hallucinogens and poisons that accompany these sinister attributes with generating fairy rings and growing with phallic and other weird appearances such as ears, blackend fingers, testicles and brains it is not surprising that the fungi provide a field in which the human imagination can happily run riot.
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