When I first gained consciousness, I was in a space filled with pure nothingness. That might not make sense to anyone but at that time that nothingness was my world. I saw nothing, I smelt nothing, and I heard nothing. I was alone in the darkness unable to move, unable to make a sound, unable to do anything for that matter. It was just me with my thoughts.
After a while, I had no concept of time then so I'm not sure how long it was, my senses grew stronger and I could sense that in fact I was not surrounded by nothing but instead I was tightly packed inside a hard container of sorts. I could also sense that with me inside this shell was a softer substance. I don't know why but I knew instinctively that if I wanted to live I needed to eat this other substance, so did.
As I ate I could feel my self grow, not only in size but in strength, but I was still trapped. After I had consumed most of the other substance something miraculous happened. I realized it earlier but the outer shell, that was the limit to my world, was gradually getting softer and softer. Since I was getting stronger as well, I felt that at this point I could break through. I was in fact getting anxious as well since I was running out of my food supply.
Now that I had sufficient strength and the shell had softened, I tried to break free of my prison. At first a tiny sliver of my lower portion was able to force its way out. As soon as it did my senses were bombarded by new information.
The world out side the shell was cold and wet. But in a weird sense it was still dark outside of my shell and I took comfort in that. At least my world and the outside world had something in common.
After I had recovered from the initial shock I focused all my growth onto the little portion of me that made it out. As it grew bigger I could also sense that I could extract nutrients from what ever was surrounding me. This cold damp substance, what ever it was, was giving me energy.
With the crisis of a lack of food source averted, I could focus on other things. Since I had discovered that there was in fact a world beyond my shell, I was now curious. "Is there even more?", "How far does this coldness and dampness extend?" Surely I wasn't meant to spend the rest of my life in here with nothing else.
So I grew. I extended my self taking as much from my surrounding as I could, not just energy but information as well. The more I focused I began to realize that it was warmer above me. So I rooted my self down and began to bend. My goal was to lift the upper part of myself, which was still encased inside the shell, toward this new found heat. As I pushed my self up I broke through the cool dampness and was embraced by warmth.
By this time my upper body was strong enough to completely remove itself from the shell so I opened up and for the first time in my life I saw light.
It was by far the greatest, most welcoming sensation I had ever felt, I felt foolish for thinking the darkness was comforting. Not only was it welcoming but I could feel my self absorbing strength from the light. It was amazing. I had food below me and above me, I felt invincible.