lemonkid

With the risk of sounding like I'm full of complete hippy bullshit I did have at least drug induced realization at Burning Man (over and above the fact the the soft tickle of a cape on the back of your calves when you're walking super high through the neon-coated desert feels glorious)..

I'm not quite sure how to put it. I think ultimately the whole weird wild experience reminded me in kind of a vague way that things are possible and you can do six impossible things before breakfast. Then I was forced to ask myself.. when I get back home why am I not making things possible, why am I not doing even one impossible thing before breakfast?

Both questions fair. So with a slightly altered lens (no I'm not going to start calling Burning Man 'home' or gushing about the playa every 5 seconds), I'll be making some changes. Changes that were already in the works but I think Burning Man proved a catalyst for them.

AcidGrampa using Jedi Mind Tricks to remind me of the inevitability of my own death in a nearly subliminal way didn't hurt either. He's one clever ass motherfucker who has enough arcane brain mojo to slap my always-has-a-response mind off-kilter. This is good for me because my natural response to people challenging me is to crush them verbally like a bug. It's good to have friends who are uncrushable.

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