Billions and billions of THC molecules, winding their way within veins, passing through the violent pumping whirlpool of the heart, then thrust out with great force via the arteries and capillaries of the circulatory system, carried along by red blood cells, pushed upwards against the force of gravity, towards their final destination in the cerebral cortex, where they take one final step through the blood/brain threshold and into the roiling soupstuff of consciousness…
…but you must first invent the universe
Was Carl Sagan a stoner? Or do I just not know what “baked” means?
https://www.theguardian.com/science/1999/aug/24/spaceexploration
He was “prolific.”
Sagan also wrote that pot enhanced his experience of food, particularly potatoes, as well as music and sex.
I believe the kids today call this “based AF.”
Po-ta-toes! Boil them, mash them, stick them in a stew. Lovely big golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish.
I would love to see Carl Sagan and Samwise Gamgee hanging out, smoking some of the Hobbit’s leaf and snacking on some potatoes.
I was thinking the other day that Bob Vila should be in this pantheon, too.
Edit: And James Burke and Tim Hunkin and Rex Garrod
Be kind to your tools? Or to old houses?
I live by both of these, and it has worked out well for me!
If I ever start a religion, those will be the five pillars and the “saints” who embody them.
