You are never hungry
But you cannot taste
You are completely safe
But you cannot see
You are always warm
But you cannot feel the sun

The closest to utopia you will ever be is in the womb of your mother.

If you had a choice, would you stay?
Maybe you did chose, and maybe you decided to leave the garden
and enter the bright, cold, abundant, stark, world of color and flavor and pain.
Welcome darling, we cannot promise you it will not hurt,
but we’re so glad you are here.