don’t always let your mind hog your alone time   put it to bed and see what wakes up

Why do most religions insist over and over your next life is the important one, inferring this one is second rate at best and miserably sacrificial at worst?   in other words, what is the value in toughing out life in a broccoli and brown rice world, when steak and potatoes, or anything you’d ever want, is waiting in the afterlife   or much worse, suffer through an existence of little food, shoddy shelter, a back-breaking job – a life of nightmares – all for the same ethereal

two rainstorms and the cracked creek bed has swiftly sprouted grass   a new popup restaurant all-you-can-eat no reservations required   the rabbits can’t believe it and dive in, lips turning green   a hawk flying over, cocks its head