Getting to love whiskey (... or ... fill in the gap) happens when the narrative of tasting it is indistinguishable from the recursive tongue/tasting of the narratives and idea/objects of my various brains left/right, un/conscious, human/reptilian (add to taste ...)
What a fea(s)t whisky is!
(Add a picture of a peach-tree here, if you've seen a good one lately ... )
Chorus: I don't know any philosophy [roy] (de capo). Note: this needs to be read along with the last few posts in this discussion in Modpo2013
Every equinox (20th March is the next one)
when the earth and the sun are just in balance ...
was declared a global 'slow day'
slow planes (its possible)
(s)low energy use
slow love (to taste)
... in a global 24hour 'virtual choir'
a multi-Skype Ommmmm / Stimmung for 6 (billion) voices
We could ask the Dalia Lama to start it ...
Could we achieve a 2% dip in global GDP for that day?