
Greetings friends, associates, and well-wishers from around the globe! It is I, Terrance, American Buddhist, back with another musical review for your mind’s pleasure.
As I have told you many times, life is suffering, and thus I do not need to take refuge in the soothing tasts and smells of THC-packed, purple haired nodules of fine cannabis buds– except of course those given to me as a gift, or grown for me in the fields near my retreat in the foothills.
The other day a Zen koan I am quite fond of quite literally “came to life,” which was both enlightening and disconcerting.
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