Thinking about what an insignificant and wonderful collection of stardust we all are. The lightness of being that comes with living in our modern world can be grounded in faith - in some thing, some one, in a theology or a philosophy. We have to have meaning and some way to cope with the transitory nature of all things. The existential pain of believing that singular magnificent beautiful experiences fade into nothing never to be remembered never to be repeated - is too much for this puny human. I'll stick with my mystical magical beliefs and have another toke thank you very much.
I found some interesting reading to go along with the song..
Into the Mystic - Mushrooms, Priests and Poets
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In this time of social distancing it may be helpful to think about the positive aspects of solitude.
