It's Friday night about 8:30 EST and I'm one happy camper.
Irish to the soul, end of the work week, spring about a nanosecond away, buzzing on tequila and guinness with my puutty on my knee as I type...
life is good in so many ways.
If I smoke a big joint, will life get worse? Or better?
Consciousness alteration is theraputic for me.
If Friday, St. Paddy's Day night theraputic consciousness alteration is something you're up for sharing,
follow on downthread.
Please.
I want you.
Forgive me.
It's all about consciousness.
sometimes I wonder how likely it is that the world of humans will ever evolve out of the ego-driven violence-centered paradigm.
You know, as I know, that we have alternatives. Largely, and inexplicably unexplored.
When MSOC quoted so many religious tracts the other night, this is what I found so exemplary in her diary. (Good net research msoc.)
But motherfucking great info about the human soul. At our highest manifestation, we are pacifists.
Am I wrong about this? Did you read msoc? Buddha, Christ, Muhammed, et al? (even a sikh quote!!!)
So how can we ignore this? I mean just you and me, I'm not talking now about foreign policy or geopolitics.
It seems like our best bet...
Just be the best fucking human beings we can be.
LOVE.
Cause sooner or later we all fucking can see clearly now
we're all in this together.
barkeep? nother round of guinness for everybody , on me
In memory of Cousin Frank, who died three years ago today, Irish to the core.
Frankie, I miss you.
Kosneffectians, I love you all.