A Newborn's Pilgrimage

My father was an incredible traveler. He would bring together masses to accomplish adventures beyond my comprehension. All of his companions were white in skin tone, and they all had a common purpose. They needed to reach the peak of Everest in 3 days before they ran out of materials. All of them were the same age, and it was race to see who would be the youngest to peak the tallest mountain. They penetrated through the perilous wilderness, some already being lost among the way. They came to a dilemma, two paths. One of them certainly leading to the peak, the other to an unknown land. As the peak became closer and closer, the mini-men saw their goal. Radiating from the mountain top, the flawless peak shone like the sun in a summer sky. As the sperm approached the egg, the beauty of creation omitted in rays of sunshine. The first sperm finally reached its treasured prize. Three days in waiting, his patience for the better. The otherworldly beauty surrounds the two cells, growing together into harmony. Nine months from now, the second half of his journey will be completed. Creation flows all around, like a plastic bag in the breeze.