My Grandma. Taught me how mix a whisky sour, play poker, and tell a good ghost story. Made me learn my state capitols and kept my grumpy old Grandpa at bay.
I miss her dearly.
Matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration; we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death. Life is a dream, and we're the imagination of ourselves. And now...the weather! ---- Bill Hicks