Life is like a volcano.

Life is like a volcano. There is life under the soil, unseen unlike the water world, at least observable in a scuba set. Life is like a volcano. A cone like statue, still, like a pond in an unknown forest, not telling of what's boiling beneath.

The divergent and convergent tectonic plates in motion, pushing, pulling, increasing pressure under the surface, making space for the boiling magma.

Rupture of the crust.

Convincing yourself so well that the soil, the grass, the ground and all that stands above it are you, who you are, what you feel. Not a glimpse of the chambers underneath to anyone you gift. Not a word. Silent statue.

Life is like a volcano. A pool of liquid rock, half full or half empty, regardless, it's presence uncontested, a present wrapped up to be opened at a later date.

It is difficult to detect, buried into vast depth of Earth, kilometres away from the surface layer, yet creeping in through the pressure of early mornings, late nights, busy afternoons and hectic evenings. Hungry for an escape, rumbling to express, boiling to exit, all that pressure and magma erupts. 

Life is like a volcano. It was unseen, but in preparation to hatch under the most inconvenient of circumstances, uncalled, uninvited, it welcomes itself. Welcome. Toxicity. Temperature Changes. An impact on the lands surrounding the statue.

Some question its benefit, nonetheless, it's inevitable.

Life is like a volcano, so become its scientist, testing the hypothesis, observing the observables, reading through the magma chamber, PHD in its nature, causes and effects, eruptions and find out the features of the aggravating tectonic plates.