Greetings, you glorious sentient sacks of stardust.

Hey, if the daily doldrums are slurping, the last remaining milliliters of your all

reserves, I would like to invite you to saunter your weary wonder whiskers over to patreon.com

forward slash third eyedrops to ball those babies up with some patron-only discord server

action, occasional zoom hangs, a deep diving movie and book club, a bunch of podcast

extras, and more all of it over at patreon.com forward slash third eyedrops, and depending

on your pledge level, you can get a bunch of rewards as well, like stickers, pins, shirts,

and more.

Also, it really is the best way to support this media vessel.

You can think of it like treating your pal Michael P to a cup of coffee every month,

if you like.

By the way, we're actually just about to watch and do a zoom session on the film The Tree

of Life, which I have heard is a wild, weird, super psychedelic masterpiece, so I hope

you'll join in on that over at patreon.com forward slash third eyedrops.

Watch love and let's begin.

Welcome back wonder dippers and an idea that I find oddly comforting is that if you're

in discomfort, you're doing it right and you could take that to the level of intentionally

self-imposed discomfort for the sake of growth or therapeutic practices, you know, like

cold exposure or saunas or exercise or whatever for sure.

But that is not exactly what I mean, though, those are all fabulous tools to be sure.

In this case, I'm really talking about existential discomfort, the kind that stems from our

tendency to oscillate between ideas, emotions, certainty, uncertainty, purpose, absurdity.

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