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Fungi are not plants.
If plants are the sun, fungi are the moon. All librarians have their personal favorites, and I have a special affection for mushrooms. They are my pets, my familiars. The mushroom you see above ground is only the fruiting body of the fungi below: a mycelial network so vast that it can stretch for kilometers. Mushrooms are humble yet powerful. Eaten, the wrong one kills and the right one brings visions. They are eerie. Arriving on land long before plants, fungi fed on stones and turned my body into rich soil.