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B"H putting vegetables in a chicken soup and adding spice to the flavor. Truth be told I mainta in a tradition for preparing a chicken soup with the recipe that has been trans mitted unto a fourth generation, with slight variances because of local custo m. The me mory ignites a thought wave of pleasant mo ments shared with ancestors, as though living now. I shall diverge mo mentarily, to a pursuit taking place this very instant; in the parallel universe which the topic of the discussion at hand, or fading lines at the middle top of the canvas if your taking in the perspective of an artistic painting. Fro m p oints o f view from before fifty years and again ten years ago, the author suffers an e mbarrassment of the fact that in my teenage pursuit o f pleasure some of the most psychedelically experienced libert ies included immeasurable experiences of drug intake, a nd a love affair with smoking grass that I never got out of my system. The first thing I did in Safrascity was arrange for a license to smoke grass, and I stayed high fro m morning until night. I can re mark here to the awesome delight of making purchases in the legal pot stores. To dispel some of the misunderstanding about grass, I consider it my honored duty to remark as follows: one. I lost weight during those five weeks. I felt no addictive sense of craving to use marijuana. Where it might be true that ma rijuana exaggerates circumstances of psychosis (sky closeness) in one who is schizophrenic, it may enhance the treatment of a person in that condition. Most people regard the use of marijuana as plausible. I conclude my research on the note regarding the c hemica l influence of THC, it lessens control over the neural avenues that release stimulation into creative centers of the neural bodies; I felt encouraged to write, paint pictures, tend to my health, including nutrition and exercise, and truly relax. As t o my professed insanity I use it to my best advantage, since ipso facto, it doesn't matter to me if people think I'm crazy, and I for my part try to think only the best of the m. Now, I shall recount parameters of a delusional fixation with my grandiose pur pose in Safrascity. There's the saying my mom used to say; "You can't escape yourself." H ow we imagine but to do our best as an intricate complexity to make life as we deign the proper dispensation of our eager happiness. "Trust your unconscious mind." 52