English translation of an article I wrote two years ago

At 6:30 in the morning, on the bus to Gyula, I remembered that mushrooms are the fruit of decomposition. I have probably never written about this in the blog in ten years, because I didn't want to make anyone unhappy with the depressing topic, which is not as sad as we think. It is about our mortality, that we all inevitably end our lives. The living body instinctively fears death, because it is alive! And consciousness is an ever-rotating stream of information, and stopping it is unacceptable. But we do not escape the laws of nature, once our time is up we cease to exist. The fear of death is a visceral feeling in all of us, but we never get nauseous at the idea that we did not exist for billions of years before we were born. So why are we so terrified of falling back into darkness after the fleeting glow of our existence? We would rather use our shining brilliance to light up the world! But I see that even in the glow of life, not everyone succeeds in confronting the darkness. This is very poetic, but I will not go into it in detail. See what you will into my thoughts.

"Fairy ring", or mushroom ring. My photo shows a Hebeloma. The active, vigorous part of the fruiting body is growing fruiting bodies, so that the mushroom growing in a circle is also visible on the surface. It would be nice to know how old a growing body of this size can be. How long do fungi associated with trees live? Do they think about dying? They have no nervous system and therefore no consciousness, but they are still living organisms that are a useful and important part of nature. Most fungi are decomposers, which means they break down dead plant parts. Fungi specialised in different decomposition processes appear one after the other on fallen trees. They are decomposers of dead wood, i.e. they continue life after death. Because the decomposed material is reintroduced into the material cycle and can be reintegrated into the bodies of new plants. Fungi are like mourners. Their presence is both sad and uplifting. A healthy forest is unthinkable without them.

The Infundibulicybe geotropa occurs in huge numbers in wooded habitats. It is one of our conspicuous soil-dwelling decomposers, growing edible fruiting bodies. The row of fruiting bodies that follow the curve of the growing body is a beautiful sight. Their scent can be smelled even without disturbance. As if they were fruit that had mysteriously appeared on the ground. Faeries growing on the remains of decaying plants. Fruits of mortality. When I process the magnificent fruiting bodies for food, I take the truest "last supper". The circle closes. There is no more beautiful symbol of nature's cycle of matter than the mushroom circle. With this thought, I reached the highest "spiritual" level of mushroom hunting years earlier. I just haven't written about it yet. However, past forty, with two of my loved ones dead at my current age, it is time to acknowledge the inevitable and take stock of my life. As a dark green thinker, it is all the more fitting that I clarify my thoughts about my own existence. I know very well that as a human being I am anti-nature. I understand the workings of my body and consciousness. I see the limitations of both. I have learned a lot about myself and the world by exploring the space level. Mushrooms are good masters. See the photos.