I consider the emotions of mold in a jar of jelly. At first non-existent, there is just jelly in the jar, and the jar in the fridge. Then born, the mold, crying into a cold world. Its young years are slow and painful but joyful just to be alive. Struggling, to grow in less than ideal conditions.

Then, a miracle happens: the jelly jar is taken out of the fridge and thrown away in the trash can. Misery for the jelly but, ah, what bliss for the mold! A whole new world like heaven with all the ease of growth in the warmer trash can. And in the landfill, the jar broken, the mold breaks free to spread and grow and lives happily ever after.