Oh, bring again my heart's content, Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!
There isn't a problem on this earth that a doughnut cannot make better.
Humanity is a failed experiment, but I think I'm God and I'd like to start over. I don't want to die, I just want everyone else to. I certainly would not be lonely. It would be exciting never having to listen to another person again but just my own self droning on and on. That's why I write a blog. And I read it, too.
Adults in a free country should be able to smoke a joint if they want to.
Comedy is the only hope for humanity.
I'm enjoying my life, post-menopause, so much. It's just so great to grow into yourself, and not be bothered with all that tyranny of biology.
We never get sick of each other. That's how sick we are.
And you have been forever, and will be forever, and all the worrisome smashings of your foot on innocent cupboard doors it was only the Void pretending to be a man pretending not to know the Void.
All emanates from Source!. . . You're not this body and its accomplishments. You are the observer. Notice it all; and be grateful for the abilities you've been given, the motivation to achieve, and the stuff you've accumulated. But give all the credit to the power of intention, which brought you into existence.
Before devising any blueprint that includes the assumption of Having It All, we need to ask. . . Why do we need Everything?
I feel like one of God's chosen people, having had the opportunity to share, with many fine companions, these varied and lovely realms of our natural world.