It's unpleasantly like being drunk.
I had some fresh strawberries for breakfast yesterday...I wonder how they felt?...
I've been considering this question since it was first posed, if not before. First, remember that "being drunk" has two meanings: The first and traditional meaning is to be inebriated, but the second means to be swallowed like a liquid.
Struggle was meaningless. Motion was impossible. He was a lozenge, dissolving and being absorbed on a thousand tongues.Also, keep in mind that "We are what we eat", so when we eat strawberries, to an extent we then become strawberries, (Though not to a large extent).
But they also become us. And if we are consumed, literally, by strawberries, or by a giant strawberry, it or they will face the same conundrum. We become it or them. Something to keep in mind for your ultimate burial plans, ("Strawberry Fields Forever").
Let us also imagine that we could become only partly strawberry. Would it not be pleasant to exude the aroma of strawberries instead of our usual body scents? I have thought so, as some of you may know.
If you could choose an aroma to be implanted in you, and to become part of your essence, and your presence, what do you think it might be? Choose wisely, for such an enhancement, if such it be, could likely be a permanent alteration.
May I have a strawberry?