Dreams come, but once a lifetime. I was hunkered over a cutting board of tomatoes and I heard the sounds of monk’s beating on a board of wood. Looking upwards toward the fingers peaking from the clouds, a crisp firm voice denied me my purpose. Those were no mere fruits, this was no mere life. I dropped my knife; forgave my wife and left everything on that really nice olive and maple wood end cut cutting board from a boutique store that my parent’s gave us on our wedding day. I drew silence. Upon further inspection, it looked like the periodic table. I catalogued the atomic weights and wrote a new dictionary of confusing religious tropes. Anyway, this podcast has helped me in my intelligence agency job greatly. Much more so than Robert Anton Wilson and my dentist ever did. Don’t ever go to Dr. Grabowski. A sinner, if ever the world made one.

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