Friday, May 18, 2007
I Love You
(7)
Kootch is sleeping and I still have beers left. More to the point I am on my favorite subject of Acid once again. At the risk of boring you I will proceed. You must not miss Acid. You absolutely must not go through an entire lifetime in the modern era and not do Acid. God would never forgive you. You must do Acid at least once. I repeat: She would never forgive you (Ok, ok, maybe She would, but don't count on it) if you lacked the courage to do it.
That having been said as preamble, welcome to what I call The Acid Myth:
God was bored. She had been around for an infinite amount of time and She was bored. As She stared reluctantly into the future She saw no respite from Her eternal boredom. She had been hanging there in the sky waaaay to long. She decided to to created us (actually the matter which composes us) in the Big Bang. She knew exactly what She was doing when She created us. She also knew that in creating us she would die forever, that She would be killed in The Big Bang, thereby dying in childbirth. After an eternity of boredom She wanted to end it all. You can't blame Her. But She wanted us to know of our ultimate origins in Her. She needed a way to communicate Her love to us, Her children. She wanted us to know. She wanted us to be able to reconstruct the processes surrounding our birth and Her death.
Toward that end She contrived DNA, including the DNA for Mescaline and Psycilobin. Furthermore She knew that Albert Hoffman would eventually synthesize LSD, and that we would end up tripping our brains out, eventually arriving at the conclusion that SHE was our mother.
She created the laws of physics and chemistry, a complex undertaking which She did not fully understand but which She knew could never terminate in any kind of evil.
Then She whispered the magic words, 'I love you.' The resulting explosion killed Her, and Our Universe was born. Nighty-night.
Kootch is sleeping and I still have beers left. More to the point I am on my favorite subject of Acid once again. At the risk of boring you I will proceed. You must not miss Acid. You absolutely must not go through an entire lifetime in the modern era and not do Acid. God would never forgive you. You must do Acid at least once. I repeat: She would never forgive you (Ok, ok, maybe She would, but don't count on it) if you lacked the courage to do it.
That having been said as preamble, welcome to what I call The Acid Myth:
God was bored. She had been around for an infinite amount of time and She was bored. As She stared reluctantly into the future She saw no respite from Her eternal boredom. She had been hanging there in the sky waaaay to long. She decided to to created us (actually the matter which composes us) in the Big Bang. She knew exactly what She was doing when She created us. She also knew that in creating us she would die forever, that She would be killed in The Big Bang, thereby dying in childbirth. After an eternity of boredom She wanted to end it all. You can't blame Her. But She wanted us to know of our ultimate origins in Her. She needed a way to communicate Her love to us, Her children. She wanted us to know. She wanted us to be able to reconstruct the processes surrounding our birth and Her death.
Toward that end She contrived DNA, including the DNA for Mescaline and Psycilobin. Furthermore She knew that Albert Hoffman would eventually synthesize LSD, and that we would end up tripping our brains out, eventually arriving at the conclusion that SHE was our mother.
She created the laws of physics and chemistry, a complex undertaking which She did not fully understand but which She knew could never terminate in any kind of evil.
Then She whispered the magic words, 'I love you.' The resulting explosion killed Her, and Our Universe was born. Nighty-night.
