Who would we be without ghosts? They don't exist, precisely the point. I'll explain better: Every time Nirmala has read my cards, I realize that I believe not a bit in the Tarot. This makes the correctness of her divinations of my future all the more enjoyable when they come to pass. I have two explanations for this phenomenon. First, in any given situation, there are only a limited number of possible outcomes; but there are just enough possible outcomes that they defy rational comprehension, you can't predict the one outcome because your mind cannot fathom the 297,154 permutations set in front of it. The Tarot: a limited number of symbols that may be arranged in multiple, yet still finite, configurations, just enough to boggle your mind and predict your future. The second explanation is a bit more unsettling: nothing exists without its negation. Which is to say, nothing exists. If a thing exists, its nothing must also not exist. No meaning without nonsense. No life without afterlife. No body (or mind) without ghosts. But, of course, ghosts do not exist. We've come too far as a species to fall back into superstition, material reality is fine by me. Ghosts do not exist, but no mind (or body) without them. This is why we have Ornette Coleman, in all his harmolodic splendor.
Suggested Wine Pairing: You're going to need something tough, thick, and dark to make it back to daylight, something to flood your palatte with life before its tannins and alcohol evaporate into your sinuses. Domaine Berthoumieu, Rouge Madiran, 2004.
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You're on the right track, as always (out of the 332,644 others you could have chosen). And even if you don't believe in shamanism, or, since you may not, I defer to Castaneda (especially Castaneda?) when i say this is "a path with heart."
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