Ah, hello my sweet pandemic friends. I hope you're hanging in there. It's time progresses. I've noticed that

I'm becoming increasingly tweaked at weird moments. Sometimes I feel fine. Sometimes I realize that two days have passed and it's actually been a couple of hours.

Times all warped and wobbled right now. A lot of us are feeling

bizarre undulation between states of extreme panic, claustrophobia and downright boredom of the most

vicious poisonous and vile variety. We might be in a situation where we're living with people that we normally don't see as much as we do.

We're experiencing some kind of satanic friction. We might be

understanding what Jean Paul Sartre meant when he said, hell is other people or we might be completely alone in the

frigid wasteland of our apartments or empty homes,

experiencing a frothing kind of pandemic-induced horningness with no one or nothing to help us

release all that vast, powerful, almost nuclear sexual energy. My friends, the planet is in a weird time period right now.

And it's during these times that we most certainly owe a gigantic thank you to all those folks who are right now out there on the front lines.

And by those folks, I'm talking about the drug dealers who are fearlessly delivering.

I'm just kidding, making a dumb joke. I guess in a weird way they are drug dealers, the doctors, the nurses, the clinicians, the delivery drivers, the people who are working at the wall

greens and the rouse and the whatever your grocery store happens to be. The people working in the Amazon warehouses.

And if I missed you, I am so deeply sorry, whoever you are that's out there making a living and making money so you can feed your family

while simultaneously putting yourself at risk of inhaling the the doom cough of some unwitting host of a brand new virus.

We are eternally indebted to you. And if I were the grand emperor of planet earth, which one day I intend to be, I would give every single one of you.

Beautiful silver medallions and special magical crowns that instantaneously evaporated your morning hangovers or made it so that you could actually have an orgasm in the midst of a high powered ecstasy trip.

I would do everything I could for you, but because I'm not capable of those things and have not yet risen to the throne of glory, which one day I hope to rise to or at least my great conquering son will rise to.

So at last I can have vengeance on my enemies and bring my friends great fast swaths of land across the planet, which we will rename after characters from the dark tower series.

The best I can do is offer you conversations like the one on this podcast with Jack cornfield and truity goodman.

They are on their own kind of front lines and right now because they have not just talked the talk, but walked the walk for decades when it comes to meditation, mindfulness and spirituality.

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