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The world is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. The ride goes up and down, around and around, it has thrills and chills, and it’s very brightly colored, and it’s very loud, and it’s fun for a while. Many people have been on the ride a long time, and they begin to wonder, “Hey, is this real, or is this just a ride?” And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and say, “Hey, don’t worry; don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.” And we … kill those people. “Shut him up! I’ve got a lot invested in this ride, shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry, look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill the good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok … But it doesn’t matter, because it’s just a ride. And we can change it any time we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.
Bill Hicks
Wisconsinite here. Seconding this.
Thanks for this. First real chuckle I’ve had today. Kudos.
Ditto
When I Was Done Dying is a favorite of mine. I first heard it on Dark and when I went looking for it the Adult Swim video was the first thing I found. Highly recommend.
My mother had just moved in with me and needed hospice care. Some of her meds were very difficult to find locally. The only pharmacy nearby that could accommodate her prescriptions turned out to be one that belonged to the family of her first husband from many years ago. When I went to get her medication the pharmacy tech was very helpful. So helpful that he insisted on escorting me around the store to help me find the supplies I needed. He asked me out in the wound care aisle. Which was as awkward as it sounds. The love of my life began with a hunt for ostomy bags and absorbent gauze. We celebrated our 20th anniversary last month.
Came to comments to make sure someone mentioned this. Kudos to you.
Why does the woman in the first photo appear to be molding?
Do stews count? I’d be Brunswick Stew. Growing up in Virginia, my mother had me convinced that Brunswick Stew was made with meat from the rare and elusive Brunswick (a distant cousin of the jackalope).