Ah, freedom.
Ain’t nothin’ quite like it.
The sun shines brighter, the birds sing sweeter, and the cat litter smells less putrid.
The physical realm our meat-suits currently inhabit is considered by some to be a school of some sort, or perhaps a playground — a temporary construct for a greater consciousness to learn more about itself, to acquire novel experiences from a limitless variety of unique perspectives, and to foster growth and evolution… Continue reading Good Enough for Me and Bobby Mcgee