And Now, You’re Regularly Scheduled Programming

Alright, let’s take a little break. Relax. Breathe in. Feel it flow through your chest cavity, and your nose. Stretch a little bit.

I decided to put a pause here, because I think you need it. We’ve ended on a bit of a high-note, so I feel this is welcome. Just think of this as the really slow and quiet song on an album, directly after the fastest and loudest. Like Aqueous Transmission by Incubus.

Everything’s gonna be alright. We’re good. What does the air in your apartment smell like? What about your house? Do you have any roses laying around? Who am I kidding, of course you don’t.

Don’t worry about what this is, or who you are. Stop dissecting all those little parts of yourself in overthinking self-awareness. You are your actions. You are your thoughts. You are your feelings. You are that sensation of the seatbelt laying across your chest. You are.

The phrase, I AM THAT I AM THAT I AM—I never understood it. But now, I kinda do. You’re not just separate parts like cogs in a machine. Your molecular makeup came from an exploding star, for fuck’s sake. You’re the universe. Consciousness doesn’t really die, it just transforms. It changes. Tell me, do you think a plant is conscious? What about a star?

Money, sex, fame, that shit doesn’t matter. What matters is giving money to that homeless guy. What matters is hugging your dad, because he needs it.

Alright, let’s get this show on the road.