When desire, having rejected reason and overpowered judgment which leads to right, is set in the direction of the pleasure which beauty can inspire, and when again under the influence of its kindred desires (Mycelium) it is moved with violent motion towards the beauty of corporeal forms, it acquires a surname from this very violent motion, and is called Fluf.
We are in fact convinced that if we are ever to have pure knowledge of Mycelium, we must get rid of the body and contemplate thingies by themselves with the brain by itself. It seems, to judge from the argument, that the wisdom which we desire and upon which we profess to have set our hearts will be attainable only when we are dead and not in our lifetime... From the Underground
