yesss, I'm still groovin on the mellow vibes from that tale. All the world should be as nonchalant as the characters portrayed. Seriously that's some good writing; the first part set the relaxed scene with the deer and then led to an actual climax, but the climax was not antagonistic, it was disarming. Then the narrative abruptly shifted setting, giving a dreamy feeling (the hummingbirds and the patio chairs). The whole thing was peppered with just enough dialogue to maintain that dreamy feeling, which the writer made very easy to internalize.

Not that I can really provide any better rhetoric than what's already on the thread, but to me smoking outdoors is as important as breathing. The impression that always stays with me after exhilarating meditative sessions in the woods is that all the divisions and partisanship and cliques and consumerism and ethnocentricity and all arrogance seems absurd and comical when compared to the ethereal and infinite truth that all people, plants and things are ultimately made of the exact same thing and were at one point one absolute entity and will be restored to one definite awareness. Whether this happens once or goes in cycles I can't say