Integrating inner buddhist with outer chach there comes a time of grievance and o how it must have been so great potentially getting so much closer to the death suburb cafe they call hell but over there in Canada there isn’t much sympathy for outsiders and it’s always fun when you find yourself leading a conversation in the dirt with a fire blaring and when a tripping creature comes confessing over the smoke... Drenches all enthusiasm, eh? And when the next day comes eventually the day will diddle on like rapture at a hookah bar.
So there developed a 3rd stage in evolution and it was fantastic. It went like this:
“First trip. Whooa saw a snake and a squirrel altar swirly swirls.”
What a synopsis! Spells it out pretty thoroughly, eh? Wouldn’t you say?