Box It No More
We don’t know where we’re going, we only know where we’ve been
the journey is the joy of it all, the thrill of life. Who gives a shit
about afterlife in a mythical gold box in the sky when you die…
I mean seriously, STOP PUTTING US IN A BOX!!! This thing,
this expansive experiment of life that is planet earth, this is heaven;
where consciousness and physical being collide. This, is…
currently shit, because you take it for granted. Afraid of death
scared of superfluous pain, death is a joyous release.
Your sigh of consciousness is rejoining the whole, it is coming
home. Death is the celebration of life, your life. Sex is fun.
Hitchhiker 