Pot helps a little

Maybe it's just me
But in between the idiotic thoughts that pop in your head
When your all Stoney balogni
Are some gems
Some real insight
Some clue to unlock some deep held mystery
To yourself
Which is all you can truly know in life
Really
When it comes down to it
If you can see yourself
See yourself deeply
In all your fallible
Hypocritical glory
And love and accept all those errors
All those flaws
As lovingly as you accept all that is gracious about you
Then you can lift that mask off
To everything
To everyone
And see behind the curtain of Oz
To the real beauty of life

Yes. pot helps me get there sometimes
1-3 times a week. 2-5 (at most, still rare) hits a "session"
But I've gotten to this point totally sober before

So I don't know why I can see behind the veils.
I'm just thankful I can find humor in most of it; most of the time.
I can find compassion for the grand majority of it; thankfully.
Except for killing
Right?

That seems unforgivable. Taking someone's life; whether it be through body, spirit or mind and selfishly doing as one pleases with it for ones own gratification or benefit. Now that is a cruelty; truly unforgivable. If I ruled the world; these people would have to learn to survive out in a deep, desolate and truly barren place with not a soul for company or help for 40 days and 40 nights. From thievery to lying, to all of the pillaging and plundering of things, animals and people.

It's not death per se. It's rehabilitation via the "naked and afraid" way. A lot of soul searching never hurt anyone. In fact quite the contrary can be said.

Maybe I could use the same. Unfortunately. There's no one to take care of all "my shit" until I would get back. At this point 40 days in the dessert might be just the vacation I need. Lol (I jest of course; like I could survive on luck and stupidity alone.)