our greatest blessings come to us by way of madness Phaedr. 244a


Jesus the mushroom.

Jesus the mushroom. Please, someone write the book so we can make the movie.

 Oh wait. Philip K Dick already did.

I have enough trouble simply trying to live in my body, in the moment, amazed by simply drawing breath, seeing colors, (quiet, listen...) the life all around. Being is a pretty good enough religion, methinks.

Pain, hunger. When I think of creatures, children especially, distracted from their being by suffering. Heartbreaking. Can pain be shared, lifted?