The Change

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Updated 06/11/2023
Created 06/10/2022
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A child is conceived in pleasure, passion, pain, love; He resides protected within his mother's loving embrace,
And life is good.

Mother nurtures the child, who grows, comfortable in the nurturing, for nine long months. All that is needed is provided.
As he develops, Child hears and feels his surroundings, interacts with them, becomes one with them;
And life is good,
(So why change?)

The time comes when both Mother and Child become dissatisfied. Mother understands..., Child does not.
Mother's love grows stronger with each day. She longs to bring Child forth, hold him in her arms, fulfill the conception of his life by bringing him from her womb to life; but for him
Life is still mostly good,
So why change?

Then, in the fullness of time, Child is called forth into the Outer World by Mother, but to him everything feels wrong!
Suddenly the one who has cared for him all of his life is expelling him into the cold hard reality of what we call "The World."
The pain, the trauma, the screaming, the terror of the unknown, the feeling of rejection,

The Change...
This must be the end!

This MUST BE Death!!


But No!! This is LIFE!

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