Be chill to one another.
Nude hammock sunbathing is a must.
Floating free, like a buzzing wizard from the east, I fly. Dark mantle whipping in the breeze, I descend, and lo, a cloud of smoke envelopes me.
Focus is a rare gift. Or maybe not a gift, but a discovery of the muscle nature of will.
Sometimes I wonder what men are really here to do. Fighting and killing and dying and fucking. Modern man has built himself a velvet palace, where he grows soft and confused, but unable to fit back out the door.