They sat there quietly not listening

Vocal media version (unpublished because too short)

They were in fact in their multitudes an Alien race. Not a fast race. An-incredibly slow race.

They deliberately set a thought pattern forth which gained momentum with-each use or application of their vast and disparately populous being.

They were here to teach us how to connect our thought in a line. If we did not then we would not finish. Finish what though? The race for a place at the Universal table. So many failed and dissolved as if humous on the forest floor, to regenerate as something else more worthy of such a place.

The line. Not to be thought of as anything more than a starting point and an ending point. It was a route to follow and navigate through time to a position in The Universe. I do not mention Time (too much), although Time plays a part in determining the length of the line.

So the mushroom race was our friend. We humans had a friend in the Universe. And they were here helping.

Their plan was simple. To help us, they simply sat there quietly, not listening. We humans repaid the compliment by consuming them in vast numbers. Luckily their hordes were more massive than our consumption of them so their survival was ensured.

Our friends did not live long as individuals before, returning to the place of their birth. If you were microscopic or had a microscope you could see the spores that begun them. Each spore was a possibility of life beyond the life in the spore. There was no need to help them, they helped themselves. It is the way that all creatures and beings that make it to the Universal table behave. Wisely helping beyond the sum of their parts so that others benefit, in return they regenerate faster and can propagate further. As all races would wish.

This story may not be true, then. It might be true, now.