Evening Meditation:
Back in the Old West, the Pony Express was called 'express' because it was fast for
those times. Today, our Postal Service is jokingly called 'Snail Mail' because it is perceived as slow relative to the instantaneous internet. The fact is that 'Snail Mail' is far faster now than the Pony Express was then. By far. And a drink is fast. Far too fast for me. A drink is far too deadly fast for me. Too Fast. Far too fast. Deadly, deadly, slowly, slowly fast.
"Peace of mind is that mental condition in which you have accepted the worst."
Lin Yutang
Question for Today:
Why won't you paste your hatred on me?
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 55)
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