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The warmth of a mother's womb. 

He has spent all he has known inside of a figure he's only known as comfort. Of safety. Every being once knew of this feeling. The feeling of feeling irrefutably loved. Where no problems will ever touch you. Where you are home in the only home you've ever known, and where your actions have not rotted your brain to a walking corpse.

Where you are a passenger in life, fed through wires and tubes. Where you have no desires, because desires are needless. Where you do not need to worry of being loved or finding purpose. Where you are the purpose of someone else in the dead of your mind, a mind you do not need to begin with. Worries are a concept you do not know. Sadness, happiness, grief, anger, are myths unknown. You are blanketed in kindness.

You are safe here.

This is haven.

Do not leave mother's belly.



And he is thrown out into a world. He soon understands a feeling of being crushed, then being tossed on the floor. He now feels weight of a sack he's known as a friend and is being parted with it. It is torn from his body! Air floods down his lungs, and he knows cold. He knows feelings. He feels prickles on his skin, and he feels the world prodding his figure. He is a figure. When he tries to move, he is heavy. When his mouth opens again, and it hangs open now, he becomes helpless to a quiet cry that only happens once. Instead of flailing and screaming, he hardly makes sound. He hardly moves. He is not searching for milk. He is overwhelmed. He does not want to.

He's learned his first lesson he would wish to tell all.

Do not leave mother's belly. Stay in haven.