Something quite kewl happend to me yesterday.
On almost every extraction i use a new glass bottle
i had a million old ones
and every coffee jar etc
i dont chuck out glass
i wanted to recycle it all
my flat only recycles plastic and paper
was wodnering where to take the tons of glass under my sink
so yesteday i put on burning spear reggae for luck
as the day before i cleaned the kitchen
and that was the only mess remaining
so i put on the tunes
and in 10 mins my doorbell rang
it was a rasta i dont know
no rastas ring my bell
he asked if i have any glass for him
haha
i said i have bags of glass
brought down about 5 big bags of glass for him
he said - "your my hero, bless ur financial situation"
i gave him a bottle of ice water
and he was on his way to recycle it
i just thought that was awesome enough to post for some reason.
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...unlike the "blind leading the blind". we are more akin to a group of blind-from-birth people who have all simultaneously been given the gift of sight but have no words or mental processing capabilites to work with this new "gift".
IT IS ONLY TO THE EXTENT THAT WE ARE WILLING TO EXPOSE OURSELVES OVER AND OVER AGAIN TO ANNIHILATION THAT WE DISCOVER THAT PART OF OURSELVES THAT IS INDESTRUCTIBLE.
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