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?