4/20

On 4/20, a most uncanny and bubbly day in april, out come the bongs for a little peaceful bacchanal. The celebration involves the green juggernaut, marijuana. Joints are passed around. Eyes become red. Jokes and joy jostle around in an atmosphere engulfed by plumes of fragrant and vagrant “pot clouds”. Oh yeah…and there are the protests. “Give us back our right to ingest what we want when we want to,” the people shout in unison. The pugnacious government: “No!” But the people are right. All sentient beings have the innate and inborn liberty to put anything into their bodies at any time. Legislation can’t touch the lungs, or the weed-drenched synapses, or those lofty thoughts so fleeting, so fleeting, oh, oh, oh…gone. The battle is strictly ideological and inane to the nth degree. So, the notion stands: sentient beings can do whatever they want with psychoactives with full impunity.

On 4/20, I did not smoke marijuana.