As he waited for death to come, he thought back to his early days, back to where it had all begun.
The sun broke over the horizon, flooding the open expanse with natural sunlight, awakening the dormant plants and animals from their slumber, warming all creatures great and small. A small tree began to fruit, the abundant light and nutrient sources enabling it to produce many small clusters. Over time the cluster grew and developed, each individual finger of the bunch was dependant upon the life giving tree for sustenance. Each finger in the bunch was in their own little world, a carefree world filled with laughter and fun, companionship with their brothers and sisters, but most importantly a large attachment and love for the mother tree for providing not only food and shelter, but life. Here the bananas grew from a baby seedling to fully ripe adults.
But one day their oasis was torn apart. The sky turned dark blotting out the sunshine, confusion ran amok within the plantation, there were screams, hundreds of screams, then suddenly the bunch was torn from their mother tree. Then darkness and silence.
Confused and afraid, each individual sought comfort and solace with their brothers and sisters in the bunch. In the darkness they waited.
Days went past, weeks even, and each finger in the bunch became dependant upon each other for guidance and...